So I've discovered that wearing black nail polish make me happier. Apparently I'm at my happiest in a black tshirt, doodled on jeans, and a pair of Converse high-tops. Punky girl.
I am also over my ex enough to wear the bracelet he got me and not care anymore. Also, I've stopped thinking about him and telling stories that happened when we were dating. And his friends appear to have stopped calling me, which works out well too.
My new glasses came yesterday, I feel good to be wearing glasses again. I don't feel like myself in contacts.
Oh, and I had K talk to her boyfriend, and the slut rumours appear to be dying down, thankfully. Not one person whispered "slut" at me today! And no one asked me to blow them or sleep with them, either. That's a relief. I probably deserve a lot of names, but slut isn't one of them...yet. Not for lack of trying, but that's okay.
I hate stereotypes, I don't get why it's okay for one girl to be a slut but for another it's totally unacceptable. How the hell do those bitches get away with it? I'm hotter than they are anyway.
This is a really boring post, but the moral of the story is, I'm a happy princess, which is a good thing.
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i know it is. trust me. and i really don't care what people think. haven't cared in years.
i think the general look of being punk on the outside comforts me. reflects the inside.
but next time someone calls me a slut, just for you, i'll tell them to fuck off. :)
twenty twenty twenty four hours to go.
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