I won’t miss you when It’s raining. The rain is not romantic. It rains because the clouds are heavy with water, not because you left me alone in my house to cry.
It fucking sucks to have every guy you open up to spit in your face.
How am I supposed to keep faith that one day someone will think I’m worthy? Beautiful? Enough?
This is just fucking bullshit.
How do you keep going?

You can get it in a variety of different colours as well as waterproof. Waterproof mascara hurts my eyes because its so damn sticky.
Sticky. That’s not a word I would use to describe you.
You remind me of my regular mascara that races down my cheeks in the shower. It’s aching to dribble down that drain, anywhere far enough away I won’t follow.
That reminds me of you. The way you stick to me during times of ease but seconds later, you are racing to get away.
But hey, you’re only mascara.