I felt awful, not quite being right for one size but it looking infinitely worse the next up. I suddenly hated clothes i would otherwise love. I felt like i wanted to cry because of a stupid shirt for the first time in my life. However, after finding a cute top and an adorable red dress, i could calm down a little. I ended up only getting a silver circle scarf, a pair of comfy jeans (there was only 1 of the size i needed since i need longs -_- darn you legs!), 2 shirts (that i don't feel like describing because im lazy), and a red dress. That's it. But after some food and a soda with some ranting to my mother, i feel a tiny bit better.
I know you guys hate to hear this kind of stuff but i have to tell someone...i can't always pretend to be the spunky person my friends think i am. I can't always be a source of laughter and stories because i often feel terrible and hide it out in the real world. I'm going to go off to reading a ton of Crime and Punishment because i need to read all of part 1 by tomorrow. Tomorrow though, i have a much happier post about why i love winter! It's almost done but needs some spiffing up. That's it for my angst fest guys.