You aint no muse bitch.

Another sleepless night spent scrolling through as many fashion blogs i could get my mouse on. No matter what i just end up feeling fucking miserable, jealous and style less after two pages in to a blog e.g.(the man repeller)my god that woman has access to things most women would dream about. I think to myself why doesn't my life seem as glamorous as theirs? why don't i own my own new york upper east side apartment? And how come i cant afford a new piece of designer clothing everyday? I know the answer. its because i'm a fucking average person. I am so sick of these bloggers yeah they have killer style, mad life's and body's to kill for but fuck they make me wanna drink a whole bottle of four dollar wine and roll around in my own misery. I see girls around dressed like hobos and i think they look fucking mad, oversized jumper, torn jeans, worn out harness boots and there dads 1970s metellica top. There the ones that we really should aspire to, being able to wear a $100 dollar outfit is a talent. designer clothes are over rated, absolutely amazing but over rated. Ladies jump on the band wagon. Let's get poor is all about finding that two Dollor top on eBay and wearing it to death, spending hours rummaging through moth ball smelling clothes and most likely dead peoples clothes in an op shop, raping the sales on asos, finding things online that you know nobody is going to have and finally wearing it with pride knowing you spent that time saving that dollar. Who's with me? Let's stay a luxe brand virgin forever.