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"I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best." — Marilyn Monroe

This is exactly how I feel right now. I don't think I have ever felt this amount of impatience and insecurity in my life. I did not think it was possible to be so negative, so anxious. There is nothing I hate more than feeling helpless and pessimistic. I hate having to draw morbid pictures in my mind, I hate not knowing what to do. To just sit still and wait. Waiting is horrid. It fills an unknowing dread inside of me, I immediately start thinking of the worst. This is why I am such a stickler for punctuality.

Some of this. Some of that.

I hate growing up.
I hate what the world does to me.
I hate how they take away the magic
of small things that mean so much to me.
In one word.One thought.
I hate the cynic I'm becoming.
I hate how this is the only way I'd survive.
I hate being the practical prissy life needs me to be and
I learn to be so easily.
I hate how they throttle my fables
and daydreams
and I know they're wrong.
Call me an ignorant fool.
Atleast I've tasted bliss in my head.
Felt pure joy and pain and hurt.
In those moments I've truly lived.
Free fall.
You'd never know.
You wear your masks and thinking caps all the time.
You live your half hearted lives and rejoice.
Kudos.
You'll never know what it's like.
The hurt too,is bliss itself.
And I'd do it again.
Get hurt all over again.
To feel one high.
To live one half of my fairy tale.
To play the princess again , even if it's only in my mind.
One moment.
Bring it on then.
Give me your best shot.

But amongst all the rant, I LOVE this :



Marc Jacobs. I absolutely love his stuff. He manages to give his creations a look of both elegance and funkiness. Rare talent. Another brand I love would be Valentino.
Though I must confess, more than a little bit only for the name. Doesnt it have a wonderful ring to it?