"anthem, fuck it"
You're only in your 20s once, so why not? I'm going to get highlights, paint my nails neon pink, drink coffee, write about random things, the stupidest of things, put on mascara, wear red lipstick, play guitar at coffee shops, start a fashion blog, move to San Francisco, climb to the top of my career, get into Columbia business school in New York, work in fashion, become the next Angela Adhrents.
And fuck it.
I'm going to take vodka shots, dance with cute guys, permit myself to do some major self-love, be okay with seeing and accepting that I have flaws, stop over-thinking and critically analyzing everything, stop being conscious (what? what does this even mean), permit myself to like someone.
Give myself permission to show my feelings. Letting others see me without my guard. Letting myself just let things be. Realizing there isn't always a logical explanation for everything, letting things happen.
Giving myself permission to want to make out profusely with someone and letting me show someone else that I want to do the same things too. Letting myself "go" and enabling myself to tell someone I like someone too.
Fuck it.
We're only in our 20s once.
Why are we so terrified? I don't get it.
Major 2014 resolution.
It's scary, but...I'm going to do it.