So i've concluded that i have no hope in marriages. i actually concluded that i dont believe in marriages. I don't want to be married ( Read more... )

I’m starting to hate the rhetorical expression of a rollercoaster. My emotions fluctuate so much, its so hard to even catch up with them. I guess you could say im the typical torturous artist. I don’t want to be a part of the anticipated individuals who indulge in their self pity. Im sick of doing that. I want to be able to stand on my own feet and ( Read more... )

I admit I do beautiful make-up. Nothing extravagant, nothing extraordinary; it’s simple but beautiful. Every morning I put on make-up to my own artistic ability. Every morning I cover my face with an elegant mask that which conceals the realism of my face. Every morning I am faced with the fact that I’m broken. I’m not hideous, but I’m not ( Read more... )