3 October 2012
My greasy hair fell out of my bun, My breath stank like out of dump. My dress had shortened itself, My laces untied again - please help!
Eyes constantly close, And I've got a stuffy nose! My voice croaks like a frog, And I'm as filthy as a dog. And my face? More like a spot base!
This day I felt like a tramp, Walking around in the damp.
Bad Day- I'm Perfectly Fine Now Though :D • Opuss № I