Is there a word for the excitement you have when you bring home a bag of clothes you just bought and can’t wait to try them on?
(I hate fitting rooms and refuse to use them)
Is there a word for the utter desolation and defeat you feel when none of them fit properly and I just made myself feel so disgusting?
(I should probably use the fitting rooms)
This is me, crying in bed, feeling sorry for myself. Hopefully tomorrow isn’t as damning.
Just Like Lana 