What. The. Hell.
So, I looked in the mirror a bit ago, and there was this mark on my face. A freaky mark. Like I'd been in a sword fight. Imagine, if you will, that I cry red tears, like maybe blood, and I was striken with sadness but trying to be brave and one single tear over flowed from the center of my left eye, dripped from the eyelashes onto the top of the cheek and rolled down to where it's even with the top of my mouth. Then dried, leaving behind a red streak...
Yeah, that's exactly what it looks like. Brings a WHOLE new meaning to "the tracks of my tears."
Yeah, that's exactly what it looks like. Brings a WHOLE new meaning to "the tracks of my tears."