it feels fucking awful because not enough people saw you and you have this really deep urge to go on a roof and have a film crew take a 30 minute clip of your awesomeness. it's worse even when it's a good hair day, it's absolutely frustration to go home when not enough people had seen your awesome hair.
Like when you finally decide to dress nicely and you look awesome but no one appreciated the effort you went to to wear something other than band shirts and sweatpants.
I don't really wear make-up. But once I felt like wearing make-up to an event. And someone said I looked like a crossdresser. Haha. I cried. And removed it. And I didn't wanna leave the house. It's funny now.
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