I couldve too the time and effort to quote th e article directly , make links and be professional but I can’t be bothered, oh well, I’m just tired not up for it and can’t deal
Well… oajaky I DID get myself together enough for a couple quotes
and the only reason this got written just now, is because I accepted that the best i could do tonight was a bit half-ass. and it’s real
and cause the voice inside said speak up speak up right away, however way it comes or it’ll just never get said,
and cause sometimes I just want to SUCK at my job / life / whatever and not care !!!! well kinda, maybe not really, hm. i kinda want to be a “hot mess” though and make it okay – cause it… IS???
SURE IS. But I’m starting to hate that phrase though. “hot mess,” ew so overplayed
omg gues why I’m tired, I was up all night writing and then I got up so early and worked all day. And I didn’t cook dinner cause it was too much more work , i paid for someone else to make it for me, yay.
This morning I almost wore makeup but I thought nah, too much work. I wore an attractive, classic outfit though and that was fuckin-a good enough for me. I looked nice.
I almost considered going on a dating site cause i almost felt a bit lonely and one of the men at work today was flirting with me and i almost could’ve entertained the thought of a man but i was so tired and I thought nahhhh, too much work.
And I almost hit up may actual lover or whatever status it is, whatever but I thought naaaaaahhhhhh, too much work cauyase then i might have to
worry about how i look and fuck it
Then when I got home from work I wanted to go to the cafe to write and I almost changed into another outfit but that would’ve required too much thought and I took my hair down and it’s super long since I made up my mind I can’t cut it till my $2500 credit card is paid off
and when i took it down it was all kinda wack, didn’t look that great to me
and i almost wanted to do something to make myself look more cute
but it was too much work so i said fuck it, and i left the house
just like that, fiuck it