internal monologue, staring in the mirror

Thursday, May 15, 2014

At least my bad bangs are better than most women’s good bangs. At least I have that. LOOK AT MY TEXTURED SKIN ON MY TEMPLES. LOOK AT THAT. IT’S WHY I AVOID DIRECT LIGHT, LIKE BLANCHE FROM A STREETCAR NAMED DESIRE. JUST A FUCKING MOTH OF A HUMAN BEING. I ONCE USED EYELINER TO UNDERLINE THINGS IN A TEXTBOOK BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A PEN. I ALSO ONCE USED PINK NAILPOLISH AS A HIGHLIGHER BECAUSE I DIDN’T HAVE A PEN OR AN EYELINER. I'M SO ILL-EQUIPPED TO BE ALIVE.

I ate an Oreo. I’m reliving my childhood, or maybe just regressing as a human being. Whatever, leave me alone, Internet! Let me do my work!