my random musings, now in words.
They are so good in writing, it felt like a big slap on my face. I’d say fuck this all, ’cause I’m no longer good. Let them have it, and let me be the underdog. I’m not at par with them, and it’s fucking agonizing. Imma have a carrot cake and eat it, and pretend that I never wanted to become a fashion writer. Goodbye (for now) and goodnight.