i think i’m trying to rebel against myself again. the restrictions i’ve given myself as of late–the minimalism, the attempted effortlessness– are making me nauseous. i must admit it’s heavily influenced by the recent crop of blogs i’ve been addicted to, which was also a reaction to my boredom with opulence. it’s circuitous and i suppose my only sense of direction is led by my unwillingness to be bored in my own body.
i want to wear something distasteful today. but controlled. haha, i always want to have control. oops was that reading too much into my personality? nice to meet you too.