HOLD YOUR HEAD HIGH.

Some days people compliment you, other days you get some god damn frikkin' insults. I don't know whether to be happy or sad. Obviously I want to be happy, but you can't just tell your head that.
At the moment I live with the thought of Australia, Dominican, India in my head, then I think of the pure bliss Mexico will bring me. Then I want to stay there forever. But I know I can't because it would become reality. And reality is not good.

I seriously need a break.

Want these tights, not like I'd have anything to wear them with.