I hate when I’m about to go out, I put my clothes on and I don’t like what I see … Sometimes I think my choice of clothes is the right one but it is not and I get very angry. To the point of wanting to rip and trample on them. Not just my blouses or t-shirts but my tops and braces. Lately I have discovered that I feel liberated (.. and horny) when I rip them with all my might .. Let’s see how I rip those stupid clothes!
