Putting on dress after dress, makeup and hair.
Untill she finally sits down in the chair and realises her absolute despair.
That intense horror bleeding from her eyes and running down her neck, like sweat.
Her final disregard for ****** expressions that might make her appear less than attractive.
Glorified weeping and sulking so ugly and so heart wrenching.
The sweetest sniffs and gasps for air. Oh how she could drag it out for hours.
One last breath as she looks at herself in the mirror, washes her face, takes off the dress and puts it all back into her mother's closet.
Miss you.
Oct 15, 2017
Oct 15, 2017 at 12:49 PM UTC
Putting on dress after dress, makeup and hair.
Untill she finally sits down in the chair and realises her absolute despair.
That intense horror bleeding from her eyes and running down her neck, like sweat.
Her final disregard for ****** expressions that might make her appear less than attractive.
Glorified weeping and sulking so ugly and so heart wrenching.
The sweetest sniffs and gasps for air. Oh how she could drag it out for hours.
One last breath as she looks at herself in the mirror, washes her face, takes off the dress and puts it all back into her mother's closet.
Miss you.
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