Confused...

I always mull over the same shit every single damn day of my life. And I'm tired of it. I'm tired of being confused, I'm tired of being unhappy and I'm tired of feeling like a lost, forlorn failure. I have no exit, however. There is no escape. I can have brief, fleeting moments of happiness that transcend me from my futile, pathetic existence through frequent stops to Pinkberry or 3rd Street or the Beverly Center, but ultimately, those moments don't change anything. I'm such a fucking mediocre person. Mediocre in every sense of the word. Mediocre personality, mediocre grades throughout my academic life, mediocre everything. Mediocre makes me feel like shit.

Balenciaga

Now this is my idea of a beautiful bag. I'm drooling.