Sometimes I think about how much I really wanted to go as Christmas for Halloween last year, but no one else seemed to think it was as funny as I did, so I nixed the whole thing and just went as Cleopatra. Cleopatra = a cutoff white dress, fabric around my arms and also I wore fake eyelashes because I was a GLAMOROUS Cleopatra, which is the only way I know how to be.

But everyday I regret that decision. Every damn day. Going as a different holiday for Halloween IS funny. Everyone else is wrong. I am right. I am alone in my righteousness.

Gosh, it would’ve been awesome. I would’ve curled my hair. Wore red pants and a green top. Covered myself in tinsel. Wore silver eyeshadow. 



Why do I doubt my great decisions? 



REGRET. THIS IS WHY I NEED TO STOP LISTENING TO OTHER PEOPLE.