All Dressed Up and Nowhere To Go

I hate the days when I'm having a really good hair day and have nowhere to go. I hate the days I actually feel pretty-gorgeous even-and there's no one around who'll appreciate it fully. I hate the days (few and far between as they are) when for once I feel okay about myself, when I feel confident and beautiful and like I can take on the world, and something horrible happens and proves me wrong.