I've been recently feeling like some kind of true punk - the one that doesn't care for their looks, who is dirty and stinky... I'm trying to fight apathy, but the only thing that pulls me out of there is a rare one. Messages from a person I worked with. Strange, isn't it? I can't get it too.
This weird condition resulted in a choker made of faux leather and heart-shaped rivets I showed in the previous post.