So two things everybody:
1) I was wearing almost head to toe cute colorful pastels
2) I was also wearing trousers
Obviously in order to maintain my hardcore bitch look when dressed like a cupcake I spilled some black stuff on my face. I feel like I'm going into my eccentric roots lately; I can pretty much read that from my mom's eyes, so I guess that's not meant to be doubted.
I'd like to make an update on my life but I still have legitimately no clue about what's going on. There's this thing called 48HFP, I did it with some of my friends and even though it was pretty obvious we're not going to win because we are totally amateur it was so much fun; BUT it also means that I haven't slept like the whole previous weekend. And the whole week before. And after. So no matter if I get some hours of sleep right now, the tiredness is still living inside my bones and if I fall down, I'm probably going to stay there and sleep. To be honest I prefer that from doing nothing special, cause having so much stuff to do makes me feel like I'm not falling into the daily routine and that's the thing I'm really afraid of.
Also lately I'm afraid of overdosing caffeine. 
So I'm having a lot of fun, the weather is pretty, school is weird because literally no one gives a fuck about it, both students and teachers, my mind is getting messier and messier but I kind of like the thrill of all those issues that should be solved.
Situation normal, all fucked up. I learned that by finding a sticker on facebook that said "SNAFU" and I was like, hey, that's so Raven. I mean me. Whatever.

Another day, another tale of rape 

Another ticking bomb to bury deep and detonate 
I’m not the only one who finds it hard to understand 
I’m not afraid of God 
I am afraid of man 

How could we expect anything at all? 
We’re just animals still learning how to crawl 



Look at me, getting my shit together. Jk. I'm never doing that.
But actually for few last days I've been mostly at home, because holidays, and I found myself in some absurd planning craze. You know, colorful pens, glasses on, sipping on my really fancy tea and basically doing the little miss perfect impression. I suspect that has something to do with my latest love aka House of Cards, I get sudden desires to take over America's economy. Using colorful pens. Really, I realized that I don't have a calendar but, of course, when I want something I want it now. So I found one from 2013 and I crossed out names of days and literally wrote the right one above. If rewriting the whole year does not sound like a scream for help then I don't know what does.
Plus there are so many things happening lately that my head is constantly buzzing; and when I get used to it suddenly one thought gets more intense AND IT FUCKING THROWS ME ON THE GROUND. And I'm down there like okay, so please give me my notebook, I need to rearrange my schedule to find more time to be overly enthusiastic when I don't have any reason to behave like that because nothing is going as planned and I'm falling into events and ideas that I don't want to take part in and my life is one big fucking rollercoaster and I'm the one to notice that those tracks look everything but nice and steady.
That was a long sentence #toughshit

I should say something about my outfit. I feel like this time you can label me with tumblr hashtags like #grunge #pale #90s #fuck #choker #black #indie #alternative. Judge me. You can also judge because I had to look for some witty hashtags.
what am I

I'm really not supposed to, but yes,
You can call me anything you want