I don't know what the fuck is wrong with me today. Something just doesn't feel right, and I'm pissed and annoyed for no reason at all.
So, I went home, and I walked, and walked, and I have no idea how long or how much I've walked.
And finally, reached Harbourfront. And my mood is still bad, real bad, so I thought a bit of retail therapy will help. Spent 100++bucks, felt a tad better, but not all that well. Something is seriously wrong, somehow. I just can't figure out what.
I got a stocking from Topshop.
It looks like this, only its dark brown.
I don't even know why I bought it, since I've never tried or dared to wear something as conspicuous as this before, and I've always steered clear of clothes that are close to being considered twittish. But this time, I don't fucking give a damn anymore. Life is too short to care/think about so much. Besides, thinking is a tedious process. Anyway, I know this stocking is not twittish because its plain brown, no ugly laces or ribbons or polka dots or whatever fuck. And if I match it with my mini skirts and a pair of sneakers, it will look just fine.
I'm going to take a chance this time, so I can stop my tiny fantasy.
I know how incoherent this post is, but I just need an outlet to do a little ranting. Something decent that will distract me. If someone can slap me awake, then by all means, please do.
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Keita appeared in my room at
2:22 PM
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