I hate this day. I hate the way I feel.
I have merely decorated a freshly slung, wet piece of pottery with make up and a smile, I know that at some point during this dreary dang day that the glaze of eyeshadow and mascara will find it's way running down my face. I am a cracked pot full of tears looking for an escape route from the pain and pressure that I feel inside.
Yes, I know I am selfish, but it's so unfair!
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