I hate dresses, I find they are ugly and inconvenient, representing womanhood in the most disgusting of ways. Red dresses, blue dresses, dresses with ribbons, dresses with laces, dresses with buttons, short-sleeved dresses, long-sleeved dresses, dresses with no sleeve at all.. No thank you! How is one supposed to breathe in one of them? Maybe you are not supposed to breathe as a woman. I bet you the first dress ever made was by the hands of a man.
Now I know, I am turning quite insane. I bought a dress. A green dress with burgundy ribbons, long-sleeved.. I am insane. And I bought it! I did not even steal it! Waste of coin? Absolutely. I hate it. It hangs there on a nail on the wall next to the dresser, I glance at it all the time and I consider throwing it in the fire. But I won't, because I am insane. Because he said he liked it, because.. I liked it. I showed it to him and he assured me I looked fine in it. I felt so awkward. But at the same time, I was curious as to how it would feel and also as to what his reaction would be. He did not expect that from me, not even I expected that from myself! I hate it and I like it at the same time! Is that possible? I would never wear it outdoors, never. It does not define my character, who I am at all, dresses are for those women who are sweet and caring and... lovely.. like Lori. Lori.. am I turning out to be just like her? I'd sooner end my life. Just the thought petrifies me! Insane, not just silly! Insane...
