To watch the Victoria’s Secret Fashion Show on a day when your insecurities have been eating you alive is a terrible idea.

I mean, I’ve seen the 2010 show a million times, but then, yesterday, I ended up weeping when the camera focused on the boyfriends of these models (Er, Adam Levine and the rest of Maroon 5 and Caleb and the rest of Kings of Leon) applauding. I just finished watching the 2011 show, and, damn, Orlando Bloom’s eyes were gleaming while Miranda Kerr strutted down the runway and, c’mon, this scene with Adam and Anne is priceless.

I just really wished I had someone who is proud of me and who cheers me on. Well, I wish I had something to be proud of, may it be a brilliant mind, a killer body, an irresistible charm or an unstoppable drive. Like what I said before, I’m not really that kind of girl.

Sorry if you find me shallow and shit. The past few days have just been tough, and these feelings have been pent-up for too long.

(via superfantasticacid)