‘Home sweet fucking home’ <- This is not really the way I feel about home, but it might be the
way that many other people feel
when they enter their own home
after a holiday in another country
Lately I’ve been thinking alot about the past 2-4 years. I’ve changed alot I believe. Especially speaking about clothes, style, make-up and such. I sure have changed alot. I don’t really know if it’s something good or something bad.
About 3 years ago I was much more aware about my style, clothes and just the way I was looking. Now I don’t really care.. or I do. Of course I think about it, but I don’t really care about looking childish and more or less ugly as I do now. I somehow feel comfortable wearing whatever I’m wearing. But I remember that back then when I used hours in front of the mirror I did feel quite comfortable as well. But when I look at pictures from 2-4 years ago I don’t wanna look the same again. But I might sometime soon try to use more time on myself, taking better care of myself and maybe look just as trashy and childish as I do now, but in a more.. fashionable way, but that’d probably be my kind of fashion, cause I’m never gonna look like those ugly skanky girls wearing only modern clothes. I don’t want that. I can change and still be me. I’ll always just be me, but new clothes and such is always nice.
My style now is way more chill than the clothes I was wearing back then. Back then I was inspired by punk and emo-ish clothes. Now I’m just.. sorta me?
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