The uncomfortable skin around my bones feels tight and dry.
I can't breathe very well but I've gotten used to shallow breaths, which could possibly explain the constant anxiety.
At least I'm pretty.
My mom always told me to put on some lipstick.
I need to have pink on my face to look alive, or the disdain for life is completely too obvious.
Wearing Dolce & Gabbana Dress and Mac Russian Red Lipstick.