this morning my mother asked me why i don't wear make up anymore. i have many reasons. it's not good for my skin, i want to feel pretty without having to slather on a whole new face, my body absorbs things through my skin and i'm sure the chemicals in make up aren't good for my well-being in general.
i asked her why she was asking and she told me that i should, that she likes my face with make up on.
what the fucking shit?
on top of this self-esteem crusher, i woke up sad again. probably because of how awful my day went yesterday, or so i hope.
yesterday i had the wonderful experience of feeling like i wasn't worth anything, a woman at a nail spa was a complete bitch to me and then i came home and had a few issues with my family to deal with.
i managed to deal with two out of three things above, as i have no idea what to do about the first. it's an awful feeling to be forgotten and bailed on, to be the only person putting effort into the friendship. as many times as i have felt this before, it doesn't get any easier.
i just want to go to sleep for about a month. i'm weary and tired and i am dragging my feet behind me, waiting for the blissful weekend to finally roll by.
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