Three piece tweed suit at Emmaus. 680:-. The jacket fits pretty good. Didn't try the rest, though. The trousers are long enough, but too wide in the waist. As always I'm a bit sceptic about the lapels.
Waddayathink?
Found a black trench coat to, but the thing with trench coats is that they are always too wide for my skinny frame. It didn't fit bad at all, it just didn't fit like I wanted it to. But it wasn't expensive.
Some days it feels like I have to reconquer this whole town. Some days I feel like I will succed. Other days I just want to hide. Blow my brains out just to make it stop. Some days it's just so heavy. And some days I feel the looks and the snickering. Feeling like a leper. Or some kind of bum.
In one way I wish I could stop writing. It feels good to vent but it also feels like I'm picking at scabs instead of letting them heal.
I wasn't the only one who didn't 'see' the other . I wasn't the only one who was doing the ignoring. I wasn't the only one who didn't see. I wasn't the only one who was angry in a really unproductive way. Unfortunately. In a weird way it was easier when it felt like I was the one to blame.
And that's all I have to say about that.
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