Just my luck.

So down.
down.
down.

Today I was happy, just tired.
But now I'm
down.

Finding dresses for me is an insane task.
I look
wrong
manly
too fat 
too skinny
too puffy
too muscly
too scrawny
too curvaceous or
too flat
in everything I find.

And then...
I find the perfect dress.
It fits like it's made for me.
And I only have one other dress that fits me perfect, without having to be altered. And that was my balldress.

But just my luck.

I feel so bad,
I want to not turn up to my own birthday.

Cookie, you look amazing in anything,
even if you turned up in a potato sack. :)

But I'm not like that.

So... yeah.
:(
I'm in an awkward situation.