When I was at that super low/depression part of my life towards the middle/middle end of my freshmeat year I dressed the best I have ever dressed. It was because I actually wanted to be happy and I have nice clothes. So I’d throw together a bomb ass outfit and feel a little better when every student I walk by compliments me. Even teachers. And on the worse day I look soooo cute and a teacher even called me out of class to show off how good she thought I looked and it made my day better.
Stressed, depressed, but DAMN SURE I was ALWAYS well dressed.
tagged as: thoughts. stressed depressed but well dressed.