Today is a sad day, a year and a half ago I entered the greatest journey of my teenage years. I got eyelash extensions. I felt pretty, unstoppable, and just so darn confident with those suckers on. Today my last set of lashes was getting pretty sparse, so today I ripped them all off. RIP. Some thoughts going through my head:
-I haven't felt this ugly since I accidentally thought army jeans were cute and I put a pair on
-It's what's on the inside that counts anyway, right?
-Goodbye cute selfies
-Why would anyone not have eyelash extensions
-I WANNA FEEL PRETTY
-There's no one to impress in Malaysia anyway
-It's what's on the inside that counts anyway, right?
-I am going to shoot the eyelash growth serum in me like a heroine addict
-I am going to cry
-I am crying
-I have to worry about mascara running when I cry now
-It's what's on the inside that counts anyway, right?
-I really resemble a man
-I am texting my eyelash lady and setting an appointment for the day I get back into the states
-It's what's on the inside that counts anyway, right?
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