I think I'm scared of WHEN I will die more than how I will die. I hope it's not "painful" and that I can say my last words to family and stuff, but I'm most scared that I will die before I get to "that point" in my life where I find true happiness again.
I know she's lurking right around the corner somewhere, but damn that bitch is elusive.
Q: But, why, mamma bear? Why can't I wear leggings to school today?
A: Because, baby bear, your body is not suited for such things. Your legs are much too thick and your bottom much too big. And if you are too lazy to shave and exercise, and think that these silly little leggings will fool people, you are very, very mistaken. What's next - you don't like your brown hair? Now go eat your porridge like a good little bear and stop trying to be like Goldilocks.
Some people just weren't built for leggings.
