“You’re in black again.”
This the most common sentence I’ve heard describing my sense of style. I don’t like wearing much colors–it’s just easier and more convenient to grab some black pants and a black top and manage to look effortlessly stylish without all the hard work of trying to decide which shade goes with what.
I guess it also doesn’t help that I grew up in an era where My Chemical Romance and Fall Out Boy were all the rage, where my angst-ridden teenage self wrote poetry and songs about thorned roses (don’t laugh at me). And then there’s the fact that I’ve always had a resting bitch face.
Although I’d like to think I grew out of that phase a long time ago, I still like dressing in dark colors and frowning.