So, I literally go back and forth to my closet maybe 2.6 million times, or so. However, the closet remained the same: Useless. Declan, always is bothered by this nonsense of trying on a million outfits to find the perfect one. He's not bothered because of my dissatisfaction with how I look, but more so because I pass in front of the tv and his ever-so-important Wii game of choice. For some reason every time I went into my closet, I sort through the clothes I have hanging there, and HOPE to God that SOMETHING...ANYTHING...will jump out at me and shout..."YOO HOO...Yes, You...THIS would make you look hot tonight. I am everything you are looking for, I bring comfort, and class, and even make you look thin!"....and me? I'd be like, HECK YES. But, more often then not, I end up with a bedroom piled in clothing that I am unsatisfied with, that makes me feel fat, and a stolen shirt on from my sisters closet. That is tonight.
The new hair color, and the stolen shirt.