BEYONCE FEVER: I DON’T WANT A CURE
seasonal affective disorder who? yesterday i woke up angry and then watched myself cry in the mirror for a few hours. i didn’t see this until late in the evening, thanks to a great friend who may have saved me from becoming a cutter. today i sang and danced everywhere i went.
i sort of feel like this, but instead of a bunch of sensitive honkies singing in a field, all i need is some dance classes and more hair. also a magic claw and a body from outer space.
it’s ok to watch the video 40 times and think a lot about what it’s like to be jay-z. i’m comfortable with myself.
