I don't care what you think,
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
As long as it's about me
The best of us can find happiness
In misery
Yeah, Fall Out Boy. I'm rather loving their newish album Folie a Deux. But that's not the reason I'm blogging today.
I'm here to complain, again. Don't you hate it when you try really hard to look half-decent but when you turn up to where you're meeting everyone, they all look so much better then you? This might just be a girl thing seeing as we seem to have that whole "oh my god you're totally wearing the same thing as me" issue but you get what I mean.
Now I'm not saying that it's a crime for everyone to look amazing because let's be honest, it's quite nice to know you're accepted in a group that looks that good. But when you've tried your best to look good and no-one notices, it is a bit of a let down. Especially when there's a camera about and people are snapping photos. Great, not only do you feel like the ugly duckling compared to the people around you but now there's photo evidence of this heinous day.
Am I being incredibly shallow? I know I am. I can tell. I apologise for the "cringe worthy" blogging but this has happened to me so many times that it's hard to keep it in.
You know what else is one of the most awful put-downs ever? When you think of something that to you is quite brilliant but as soon as you tell someone they laugh. Can't they see the greatness behind it? Or when you have a test in school and as your marking it, the teacher tells you that your answer is a "stupid answer, why the hell did you write that?" It's so embarrassing and the way they say it makes you feel about 2mm tall.
Great, now I'm all depressed. How about we think about something more interesting then my pet peeves? How about that fact that I managed to get 3 tops for under £13? Pretty good I'd say.
Ugh, this has been such a girly blog. Let's stop here before I make your eyes bleed.
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