but the thing is, it's all a farce i'm really a friggin
mess i daydream, my
head is usually in the clouds
sometimes i make up stories and i say them out loud, the more far fetched the more likely i'll share it
with people dw i never allocate time or funds for dry cleaning and yet my closet is riddled
with chiffon, silks, and other lovely frocks that shrink within 5 feet of a washer / dryer.
The
mess I made
with my closet before reaching the conclusion that
sometimes in order to feel great, you just have to
head back to your anything but basic basics.