cue sci-fi music that makes you think about spaceships and tight costumes and laser guns
I hate these earrings and I hate this dress. And I hate treating this day a bit too special. So special that I screamed internally (I might have bled in my imagination too) after realizing what I just did to myself.
This morning I was so proud of my tan line and I was so happy that other people thought it looked good on me. Today I felt pretty. I put on my earrings upon arriving at work and listened to my officemates talk about how cool my watch was — it wasn't mine, it was for him. All of a sudden, other people wanted to have one too because they admired the watch, the mini coffin where it was put in, and all the other extra stuff that came with it.
Perhaps I listened to them a bit too much. I should have told them to calm down because it's just a watch, this is just a dress, these are just ordinary earrings.
Today is not that special. I want to go home and watch Rick and Morty 'cause that's a bit more real and straightforward than my hopeless romanticism. I still love my tan line but I had to take off my earrings on my way back to work. I don't really like it on me.