I’m so fucked up right now. God help me.
I want to go to this party tonight. But at the same time I don’t. The theme is CEO’s and Office Hoes, and I dont have anything I could wear that would make me look good. I look fat in everything.
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room. It’s like watching Paris from an express caboose heading in the opposite direction—every second the city gets smaller and smaller, only you feel it’s really you getting smaller and smaller and lonelier and lonelier, rushing away from all those lights and excitement at about a million miles an hour.
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via nuaira)
