I can't believe I'm still crying. It's bin over 2 weeks I can't sleep, can't eat and can't dream. It's already 7 am, the night goes by so quick when you can't think nor sleep. The words 'It's your fault' repeat in my mind like a song. I remove the dried crusty mascara from my eyes. And wash my face with blue berry cleanse. I look dead. Black musty bags under my eyes, red nose, unbrushed hair( I can feel the knots growing), puffy red pupils and dried up lips. Fuck my appearance I'm going to school.
