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I don't know what time I'll be getting in tonight, so I'll do this now, in case (god forbid) I get in after midnight. We wouldn't want that now would we?

Yet another unusual day (I am beginning to question what precisely a normal day would consist of), but you don't want to hear about that.

Instead you can hear about just how long it's taking me to decide what to wear tonight.

Girls judge. People judge in general, but girls are awfully good at it. And awfully quick at it too. I've got changed more times than I can count already (and I'm not due out for another 45 minutes) and I simply don't know how to present myself. I want to look comfortable, but not so far as wearing jogging bottoms. I want to look ever so slightly quirky without looking like a complete fashion disaster. I want to fake a sense of self-confidence and depth without looking completely up my own arse.

And most importantly?

I don't want to look exactly the same as everyone else that's going to be in that room.

I'm so tired of forcing myself to fit in where I don't belong.

Metaphors revolving around clothes are the BEST kind of metaphors.