Let this be known: it is hard to apply make up while crying.

One’s face says: Do not put that stuff on me.  I don’t want to look pretty right now. I want to be green and wet. I want to scrunch up like a potato and I want to feel sad.

One’s eyes say: I like they way I’m naturally glistening right now. I like that I am greener, all by myself. I’m taking a quiet, secret bath. Do not put that crap on me. Gratuitious; unnecessary.

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