Oh I want you, I dunno if I need you but I'd die to find out

The thing about the internet is that sometimes it makes me so depressed that I prolong the depression and spend more time online - like some form of medieval torture. Except, y'know, with a laptop and it not being, oh I dunno, the middle ages.

The form of torture that's taking place right now is looking at shoes that I cannot afford online. Firstly, I cannot afford the real deals, so I'm looking at high street knock offs. Already this is sentence is depressing. Secondly, I cannot even afford the knock offs. What the christ is up with my financial situation? Someone please shoot me.

Or buy me these.