We need to talk.
I just can’t do this anymore.
I need to put my black to rest.
Focus more on my colors.
I just want my closet back the way it used to be.
I need to wipe the mud from my boots.
I’m not in love with wool any more.
I deserve better than this.
Scarves, mittens, gloves just aren’t working for me.
Hats, I’m so over you.
There’s someone else.
But it’s over and it has been for a while.
I hate you.