Have been sulking so much these days. It's extremely pathetic and soon I realised, nobody really cares. Every one else is too busy to care about my feelings. So what my skin is an acne plantation, my hair is dry like straw, my legs are like the stems of a mushrooms - stubby and short - and every other imperfections that I still can't seem to get over and it haunts me every now and again...just when I thought I could walk with my head held high, with a pair of hot heels and wearing a nice lacey black dress (with leggings, of course) and strut my way as if the world is a runway show.
Before I break down (yet again) shall do up a list of things that make me happy, or might make me happy. Need to stop this - being pathetic, that is.
Things that make me happy:
- Looking at pretty shoes
- Girls with pretty hair
- Boys with piercing blue/grey/green eyes
- Skinny people
- Guitars plus the plucking and strumming
- Watching Glee
- Patronising others
- Bantering to self
- Out and about with Nad cause our misery brings us joy
- Days that I feel good about myself - which according to a magazine, it means that I'm ovulating
- Shirts in black, grey, white or black
- Black and gold jewellery and accessories
- Chick novels with happy endings
- Tegan and Sara bantering
- Losing weight
- Eating vegetables - or, just the idea of eating something healthy
- Good (aka Tame) Hair Days
- Money
- Funny movies, chick flicks and anything light-hearted
- Good music
- Salmon and sushi
- Frolick
- Typography
- Witty printed tees
- Winter coats
- Skinny jeans worn by skinny people
- Did I say how much joy I get from patronising others?
- Argyle socks
- Lace tights
- Skinny, skinny people - I wrote that already?
- Moleskine notebooks
- Holga cameras
- Backpacking and travelling
- Maybe I just like having a travel wallet
- Cold weathers
- Pretty people who are naturall nice
- Tattoos on pretty people
- Piercings on pretty people
- Pretty people
I really don't think this is time for a break down,
Huda.
