those were the days,
i was happy and gay,
sorrow was at bay,
life was like may.
well, this post is a metaphor. its about the time when my life was fun. i had great hair. i was fit. i took good care of myself.
i have always loved decorating nails. my nails were known to be very pretty and artistic. the picture you see here is of my own nails. i had really long and maintained nails with beautiful paint.
but after a storm in my life, i had cut my nails very short. now, i dont wear nail paint. i feel uncomfortable if my nails grow long. i feel uneasy.
now, when i look at this picture or others, i have doubts if these are my hands. from nails to everything, i am no longer the pretty girl. sigh.
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