This newly found confidence I have in myself tastes like ice water. It's the kind of magnificence where I'll screengrab a picture of my face from my own snapchat and then fucking stare because I think I'm fucking adorable as fuck. It's sass slaps pervading idly. It's smug smiles and a melodic fucking laugh. I am my own dream boat, and I smell fantastic always. I guarantee it.
You know that last scene in Carrie (the original) where her bloody hand bursts out from below the dirt? That's me. That's how I've been feeling. I'm that bloody fucking hand, and I might love you like I love me.
Goodnight.
