Blogging during bad bad moments.
Today I realized... I am the classic (or may I say, classy) black dress in every decent girl's closet. I'm never out of fashion, but I don't do trends often. I'm not long... but I'm not short. I will never be slutty. I'm made out of pretty good material. But thing is... they never think of me first. Sometimes I feel like I am the last option. The best one, indeed, but still the least. I am always there for people but I am never considered -THE oufit-. I'm just an outfit.
Edit: Now that I think about it, this is bullshit. Great comparisons though.
