Mar 19, 2007 16:57
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 beautiful. I am simply broken. I honestly like to feel pain. I like to feel the sympathetic embrace of my hand over my injured heart. And as simple it is to indulge on pills, or slit my wrist, or scream until my insides are exposed…it is easier to just stay alive.
Simply Glare.