Sunday.

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When in doubt, I usually put on a lot of eyeliner. Ever since I didn't own a piece of makeup to spare, I found a way to take anything that's intensively black and put it on my eyes. I have to state up front that in my usual makeup routine eyeliner is often neglected. Mostly because my eyelids aren't exactly designed for them, and they will easily smudge especially when I have to spend the entire day at school, and I don't wanna end up looking like a pathetic raccoon when I'm in the bus home at the end of the day. But when in doubt, I put on eyeliner, like a long lost ritual. Maybe because to take time to think about stuff, I need something strong, or strong-feeling enough, just to remind myself how to feel.
And I put on thick eyeliner today, With the split ends like one of those makeups done in the fashion weeks. Doesn't open up my eyes that much, doesn't make my face look prettier, it just adds drama to my eyes. Drama, like I need to create any more drama about my life.

Didn't think about writing anything at first, but when I removed my makeups earlier I thought I'd write something, anything.

And I listened to Never Easy again. Without. Crying.