Waiting

{eyes all squinty-like}

Details:

Sarai:

Cardigan: thrifted

Shirt-F21

Skirt-Sydney

Tights-Icing

Pumps: F21

Hat-Icing

Nancy:

Dress-HM

Coat-F21

Tights-Icing

Shoes-F21

I'm waiting for some many things at the moment. I'm waiting for school to stop being so stressful, I'm waiting to sometime get promoted. I'm waiting for inspiration to hit. I'm waiting for Valentine's day! (this is the explanation I give for so much pink and red. It's my ritual) I'm waiting for a boy to be exactly what I need. I'm waiting for Joseph Gordon Levitt to decide he wants to marry a peasant. And I'm waiting for all the crazy feelings I have to just dissipate and make me feel more normal and cheerful. But the thing is, I can't just wait for those things, you know? I need to force them to happen. I can't wait for things to just  magically be better. I'm the master of my own life, the captain of my ship, the pilot of this freaking plane crash.

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I'm glad I've been feeling more artsy lately. It's my soul, and I need to stop putting it aside for other, just as important things.

Be brave, draw a picture and show it to people,

Sarai

PS:

Insane

Details:

Sweater-F21

Skirt-??

Tights-Icing

Shoes-Thrifted

Details:

dress: hand-me-down

Belt-F21

Tights-Icing

Shoes-thrifted

Nancy and I are seriously good at this roommate thing. Look how smokin' hot we are, even in nine degree weather...

Anyway. Now that we've settled our hotness, I must move on to other topics.

I've been thinking a lot lately about a person. And this person was sending me horribly mixed messages, and I couldn't handle it a second longer. So I got me some Matt Damon inspiration, and got twenty seconds of insane courage. And I stormed across the way, into his apartment, right through the barrier and into his room, and stared him down. Not really. Well, I did all that, except the staring down part. I told him exactly why I was upset, and that he needs to decide on a course of action, and he needs to not be a big pansy about being honest. And finally, the truth came out. And despite the fact that I never seem to get what I want, I'm just so proud of myself for doing something for me. For telling someone how I feel.

And it's true. I made up my mind, I literally said to myself, twenty seconds of insane courage, and I made sure the rush over there was within that limit, and I just bore my soul. I made him realize exactly what he was doing wrong, and why it wasn't okay. And I survived. It was humiliating, and horrifying, and I haven't felt that strongly about someone in quite some time, but it was worth it. I needed to say it to him. And now I'm at peace. I'm crying, but I'm at peace. 

So, the moral of the story, is that Matt Damon is always right.

And also that being honest is a wonderful feeling.

Be brave,

Sarai

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