In November I’ll be like:
A self-absorbed young lady trying to find herself and her well-being.
A low slender girl in big sweaters.
The type who prefers the early hours in bed.
The girl who spend a fortune on coffee and have deep conversations with her girlfriends.
The happy and grateful girl who is sufficiently drunk on the way out with her friends.
The kind of girl where all the bitches are thinking – how can this girl be so self-absorbed, always thinking and writing about herself. And I’ll be like – so what? If I can not be self-centered in my own life, where can I?