I hate make-up.
I cannot stand the stuff.
I mean, if you want to wear it, I'm not going to stop you because it is entirely your choice, but I hate wearing it myself.
I don't like the feel of it, I don't like the way I look in it, and I just don't see the point to it.
I mean, I wore make-up at least three times a week for three freaking years. And I hated every moment of it.
What I don't mind, however, is playing make-over. If you ever need someone to practice applying make-up on, I will happily be your doll. But do not, under any circumstances, try to convince me to wear make-up all the time or try to get me to go out in public before thoroughly washing my face first.
Do not, also, try to tell me what I should be doing to take care of my skin. I am not going to start using moisturiser or any other sort of cream just because you think it's what's best for me. I assure you the only thing that is best for me is leaving the room before I punch your face.
Anyway, Debbie just did my make-up. AJ is at cadet camp and dad and Kev went to see Australian Pink Floyd so we're having a girly night, which, honestly, I don't mind so much. Like I said, I'm happy to be a doll for the evening. But then they just have to go on about how I should take care of my skin and how Debbie should do my make-up for Vicki's wedding (oh yeah, my cousin is getting married in June idk if I mentioned it before) and it just drives me crazy because they both know I don't like make-up.
"I don't like the way it looks."
"You're just not used to it."
I started wearing makeup when I was 13 years old. I have NEVER liked the way it has looked on me and I have worn it many freaking times. I'm not going to 'get used' to it. And if it takes 'getting used' to it for me to like it then it's not really liking it at all, it's being fucking used to it!!
My head hurts and I've been crying so it's even worse now.
I'm not having a good day depression wise, and I just don't think I needed this right now.