Today is the wedding. And I hate my dress.
Correction: I hate me in my dress.
Everyone will be looking at me and I am going to be like a stuffed sausage and will have to look at all the photos. Facebook will be inundated by photos of me that I hate. I will have no recourse.
This is not a good day for me. And I feel so horrible because it’s my best friend’s wedding. I should ONLY be thinking of her. But I’m not.
I hate ED.
Wish me luck, friends. Wish me luck.