I like this new WordPress theme because it has the option of going to random entries. Rereading past emotions is… bizarre. Everything that ever happened to me happened so long ago. I grew up, and along with that I stopped thinking. The difference between a 17 year old and a 22 year old?
When you’re 17 there’s nothing to do, just a lot to think about. When you’re 22 there’s nothing to think about, just a lot to do.
I hate that I have stopped thinking. But at the same time I literally have nothing to express anymore. My mother doesn’t abuse me anymore. I’m not as lost, conflicted, and in pain anymore. I’m not loving someone that does not love me anymore. In fact, it feels like I live in an emotionless pit of taking it a day at a time. WORK. SLEEP. WORK. SLEEP. It’s a never-ending repetition of that.
This has got to be the most boring entry ever. I have nothing going on, no dreams, no aspirations, no thoughts.
I’m currently in the process of getting rid of a lot of clothing and working on a “curated wardrobe.” I’m only in the mental stages, as I want to figure just what aesthetic I’m hoping to achieve when I get rid of all the extraneous clothes from my closet.
Here’s what I’m hoping to have by Fall:
From left: Etoile Isabel Marant Tin Cropped Trousers, 3.1 Phillip Lim Silk Muscle Tee, Miu Miu Bow-detailed silk-crepe blouse, Helmut Lang Wool-blend Blazer
These are three of five of my wardrobe colors. I wear gray, blush, nude/cream/tan, royal blue/navy, and black! If I aspire to purchase these and only these items for Fall it might be possible to get them all (though the Marant trousers are likely sold out in my size already). As much as I love looking at prints and people experimenting with texture, etc. I do not feel that I can look polished with all that. I need to keep it minimal and simple for my own personal style.