entry 6: mascara

dear diary,

sometimes, just for giggles, i step in the shower without taking my makeup off, and i let the water run down my face, staining my cheeks in streams of black. and when i get out, wipe the fog from the mirror, and gaze at my reflection, i look like i've been crying for hours. heart-wretchedly bawling. i look like a mess.

so i grab a tissue and start to clean my face and tell myself: "i don't ever want to look like that."

love,
yasmine