Ruby I lay in my bed twirling my short ponytail around my fingers. The perfect ringlet has formed from sheer boredom. I contemplate what true beauty is. Whether it's internal or external. Whether it's natural or forced. Whether I've got it or not. I glimpse at my hair, dyed a ruby red with split ends that I never seem to get around to chopping and realise beauty is not real. It's a pigment of our imagination of what we'd like to look like or feel like. I can only dream one day that I'll be considered a pigment of someones imagination.

CATCHING FIRE I'm so awake. Read Catching Fire in bed & now I cannot stop thinking of how I want marry Gale, kiss Peeta & avoid Katniss.

RED LIPPED WOMEN Society has left women with nothing more but the red lip to embrace. How 2012.

LIQUORICE Tonight, my head rings with yesterdays cold. I feel the slow but yet fast beat of Azealia Banks reeling off her words of gold. My blue glittered nail polish glimmers under the light of my precious ipod. Chipped, reminding me of how imperfect everything is that goes before me no matter how much I try to change my situation. I think I might just be the liquorice bitch.

YOU KNOW THE DRILL, NO MORE FRILLS. PAY THE BILLS.