When we're passing on the street we both look the other way, was it just a fantasy, was it only in my mind

wearing vintage tutu skirt & blazer, Cotton On tank, RenegadeLovers studded belt & clutch, DIY necklace, Urge mary janes (Thanks, Paula♥)

Its funny how time flies when you're busy getting drunk and chasing around town. It doesn't even feel like it, but Ive been here for about a month now.. Its almost like that girl on kite beach has become a distant memory. An image I cant shake, a part of me somewhere in the depths of my being. Needless to say, my time here has already changed parts of me.. some for the good, and some for the unavoidably bad. Its not all bad though, I think I'm one of the few people who thrives on falling flat on my face and then forcing myself to learn from it. I'm great at giving advice, my friends always tell me.. but following my own advice is still something I am learning how to do. Some days I'm so overwhelmed by my thoughts, I'm afraid to get out of bed, afraid to see the sun, terrified its light might expose all those things I desperately keep hidden inside myself. But sometimes, I catch myself smiling sheepishly for no reason, shaking my head and thinking of how embarrassed I am to allow myself to be so self indulgent.. and I think of all the things I have been blessed with and want to literally slap myself in the face on order to shock some sense into my inner brat. Those are the nights when I wear girly frocks and shoes I cant run in and decide to head out with the girls, meet my main man Jack and dance it off. This particular night didn't turn out as planned.. but who am I to complain. I ended up at a table full of fabulous gays with Madonna from all eras drowning out my thoughts.. some nights, that would qualify as just about perfect.