Bokelskere.no

I make a mental note to ditch the makeup tomorrow.
Then I get mad at myself for letting some boy that I just met dictate what I do with my own face.
Then I get mad at myself for getting mad at myself and remember that I, too, prefer the natural look

I know I should let go, but it never really leaves me. Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened.