Like, everyone's all super pretty, and then there's me hiding behind the frames.
And I have some seriously pretty eyes.
I've been noticing that more because of the hours upon hours spent attempting to contacts in.
But unfortunately, I suppose, I'm about to raise the white flag and forget it.
Because here I thought I was going to wear them out dancing thursday.
And to my second job interview.
And you know. Tonight.
To a basketball game.
And heavens knows what else.
But now I'm done.
And I can't do it.
I don't care that solution was on my eye at one point.
My eye doesn't open that big.
Whoops. Sucks to be me.
Mood of the Day: Irritation.
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