I just realized that the video clip for my outfit post was still on private and no one got to see this thing that I worked tirelessly on. I could seriously scream.
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. fml fml fml fmliiiiiife.
Okay, I’m going to breathe now. I’m going to find the courage somewhere in my soul to let this disappointment wash away from my soul. I can feel the darkness closing in and I’ve whipped out my broom to shoe it away. I’ve got my water bucket to wash it away. I’ve got a clean rag to scrub it away. I’ve got my tears to season it. They say that the very act of smiling releases happy feelings into our brains and bodies, so I’ll probably be smiling for the rest of the evening and into tomorrow morning. I’m okay. I’m okay. I’m okay.
Because creating 44 seconds of content isn’t always as quick as it appears to be. Please take her.