2017. WHAT A YEAR! Said no ever. Let's just admit it, this year sucked. It was so shit it was essentially equivalent to your worst walk of shame ever. Not that I know that feeling.......... ..... I'm just assuming it doesn't feel too good.
Good news is, I'm feeling good about 2018. Seven was a hideous number and eight is pretty. Insert the moment where we sing I GOTTA FEEELINNNNN! Coming clean i hate that song, but it has a time and a place, and that time is now.
So cheers to you, 2018. We've been waiting for you so you better brang it. God dammit I've walk of shamed it to you this entire year. I've barely stayed above water waiting for you. I've cried all the tears waiting for you. I've laid awake for far too many hours waiting for you. You are so precious to me that I even dressed up for your arrival. When one wears shoulder pads, you know they mean business. Come in for the real thing, 2018, because I'm a god damn hugger and it's so good to see you.
Dress from Zara