trend pieces.

the thing i hate about this world? it’s all about accessories. oh, we make out like the deep stuff is important, but we are just all so damn materialistic. the only reason anyone tells me i’m pretty is because i spend hours in front of the mirror trying to paint a smoky eye just so. if i showed up barefaced in sweats everyone would ask me if i was tired. and the funny thing is, i am tired. i am so damn tired of so many people talking around me and speaking over me. there’s not even any quiet in my head because the little voices want me to feel what it is like to have to work for the complements. they whisper, you’re nothing, you’re monochrome, just a collection of silly trend pieces that someone’s going to throw away when they go out of style.