Today I am wearing a Betsey Johnson dress, a leather flower brooch I stole from my mom, leather JCrew monk strap loafers, and my dad's jean jacket with my faux fur color attached.
The love of my life, the only thing that keeps me breathing, has fallen. The heel of one of my black boots has broken and has been taken to the shoe repair. Now I am alone in this treacherous world, without anything to depend on. My father decided both boots needed the heel replaced (so the heels wouldn't be uneven) so I have neither individual boot. I am lost without them. I tried to match another pair of shoes with my outfit today and I couldn't. I ended up changing outfits 3 times. I don't know what to do. I hope I can make it through this terrifying time.
- C
DISCLAIMER: The overly dramatic reaction to the temporary loss of my boots is a joke. My inability to function without them is the only thing I am truly suffering from.
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