I just sold both Giselle and Ursula at the same time.
It’s not like I was ever going to wear them at a convention again, but all of a sudden I got super nostalgic and I realized I’ll miss them a lot. And I never got to do a shoot in Ursula…
But at the same time, SDCC is in two weeks and the money couldn’t have come at a better time, soooo.
WHY ARE MY BOOBS STILL GROWING: A Memoir by an Upset 23-Year-Old With Expensive Taste in Bras
SENPAI NOTICED ME
I pincurled the top half of my head and the bottom half is dry and I’m too lazy to wet it again to finish.
My arms hurt.
And I should be doing other things.
But I should look decent tomorrow I guess?
I’m not too sure?
As much fun as working in my jammies all day is, putting on a bra and doing my hair makes me like a million times more productive, yo.
I have to make a more conscious effort to frequently remind myself that I am loved, I have friends who care, and not everyone thinks I suck at life.
It’s so easy to get sucked into a void of depression, self-loathing and anxiety.
But at some point, I get tired of being such a fucking downer. I am such a lazy creature that I don’t even have enough emotional stamina to spare to feel anything negative for more than a few weeks before I realize how not worth my time it is.
It’s not that it stops hurting, it’s a dull toothache-y feeling in the pit of my stomach and behind a closed door in my heart. It’s what wakes me up at 3am in a cold sweat. It’s what makes me question everything before I let my guard down with anyone, which I seldom do anymore.