Younger me used to cry when I accidently spill something on my favorite dress because it's ruined forever. Now I just take it as an excuse to cry my whole day out, and strip naked from all the suffocating clothes and the formalities and the pretending and stop eating and question what have I been doing with my life for the last six months and if I will ever meet someone that will go casually like "You know what, I used to think that if you stained the whole piece of cloth, then problem solved and mom won't notice" and I would say "OH NO? me too" and then I'd laugh the whole day out instead.
