August S(h)ocks

(tunic: H&M Young - socks, shoes, blazer: H&M - scarf worn as headband: vintage - belt: TW)

Summer is gone and I know that's a fact I just gotta accept, but I fucking hate it. It was shockingly cold today (about 15°C; I removed leggings for the photos which resulted in my legs almost freezing) and I realized I'd have to fight as hell to prevent depression from creeping back this winter.

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I can't fucking stand pretentious people with their fucking pretentiousness, their fakeness written all over them and especially their idiotic writing in the "Noun. Adjective. Adjective. Adjective." manner. I despise it so much I can't even begin to express it. It makes me wanna puke.

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I finally finished reading Absurdistan by Gary Shteyngart. Highly recommended!
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It still happens to me sometimes that some little, seemingly insignificant words or actions shake me for a moment and make me wonder about things that should come naturally, like my self-esteem and confidence. I have a history of not being happy, of not feeling good about myself and having zero self-appreciation, despite the whole bunch of qualities I could and should appreciate about myself (but hadn't been aware of them before). I've only recently learned to feel good (no, great) being myself, to love and respect myself; this might sound strange to "normal" (ha) people, but yes, I actually had to learn it. And that's probably why I treasure it even more and guard it with a force that's stronger than Chuck Norris.

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Why am I writing about all this personal stuff here? Why would anyone want to read that?

Actually, I don't care if anyone reads it. I just wanna say it.