I wake up, first thing on my mind "oh great another fat day", obviously already decided the night before what to wear.
Naturally the clothes hug me in all the wrong places and i start the quest for a baggy outfit. Blatantly i have way more clothes than i need and its near enough impossible for me to even begin to look for something i specifically want to wear, once this becomes apparent to me my day is already the worst day of my life and im sweaty, stressed and crying.
Already fed up and bothered, i open the cute box my friend got me for my birthday (originally holding some bath bombs she got me) with all my hair slides and hairbands because im too scatter brain to NOT have a little house for them, tie up my hair far away from my face.
Now with everything cooler and me semi calm i start with my new face, due to shaky hands and impatience i rush everything and need to re-do most of what i just put on as i 99.9% of the time FUCK my makeup right up hello Kittys arse.
Okay, now lets chill, cigarette time. Lets roll...
Seeing as now im in the mood ill probably burn some incense cos' the room is always stuffy and i like my cherry sticks<3
(During all this i'll be filling my tummy with food, listening to my depressing music or watching some form of anime or TV programme i have downloaded.)
At last, my favourite pass time, a nice cold can of old Jamaican Ginger Beer. But only in a can, and only Old Jamaica, all the other brands and bottles taste like shit.
Now that all my stress levels have plummeted, its time for me to go and stare at my cranes or even make some more/ string existing ones up.
xoxo
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