17 year old fashion crazed cat lady.
I lay in my bed twirling my short ponytail around my fingers. The perfect ringlet has formed from sheer boredom. I contemplate what true beauty is. Whether it's internal or external.
I'm so awake. Read Catching Fire in bed & now I cannot stop thinking of how I want marry Gale, kiss Peeta & avoid Katniss..
Society has left women with nothing more but the red lip to embrace. How 2012..
Tonight, my head rings with yesterdays cold. I feel the slow but yet fast beat of Azealia Banks reeling off her words of gold.
YOU KNOW THE DRILL, NO MORE FRILLS. PAY THE BILLS..
My toes are icy, my calves are warm. The blood has stopped in my left arm as my hand lays wedged under my cheek. The other hand, typing this tedious mundane post.