i stole another post.

here. 

no matter how much sleep i get, i always look like a zombie or a bubonic plague incarnate.
every. single. morning.

i feel like everyone can relate.
you wash your face, swipe on some mascara, and somehow pull yourself together before you walk out the door.

but then there are the days when you put your hair into a million different hairdos, all of which make you face face look fat or your profile looks too crazy or the hair isn't sitting just right. so you take your hair and, for a few seconds of insanity, contemplate slicing it right off, mulan-style.

but you end up with a mulan-style bun instead.

and then you have to get dressed and none of the clothes fit. or they are uncomfortable. or the color schemes just don't work. and you wonder if today is the day when you just join a nudist colony because that would just be less work. and you end up in bland clothes that you do not want to be wearing. because clothes are hard.


....mornings are hard. 



....hah. only wishing mine looked this perfect.