Facials and facemasks and a complete lack of eyeliner: the early morning face.
there’s a toll taken on the lonely — a demanding debt paid in stark bones, dark shadows, and tears.
but this too shall pass.
Today I’ve got a bad case of the mean reds, and no Tiffany’s to alleviate. But I’m wearing a shirt I borrowed from a friend, so that’s something. Smelling like someone else is oddly comforting, and he has the best long-sleeve v-necks. So blue, so soft. Not Tiffany blue, but navy will do.
It’s rapidly turning into Colorado September. The temperature dropped quite suddenly, and to top it off, I have a cold, so I’ve isolated myself in my bedroom under a blanket while the fever gives me chills. My voice is froggy so I’d prefer not to talk.
Blah.
Today: life decisions.
It’s a glasses and Panera Bread sort of day. (Read as: I finally ran out of contacts. Bummer.)
