Review: Sephora Collection Colorful Blush.

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There are days when I just feel dead. And I couldn't care less about what is going on around me. I like to be left alone until I figure out what kind of look I could create on my face that would make me feel more alive. And making me feel alive usually involves blush. Not a lot of it, just enough to make people go, 'Oh, she's alive, don't worry' and so on. Of late, I've been reaching for my Sephora Collection Colorful Blush in 'Coral Crush' to do the job for me. And nobody's labelled me to be dead whenever I have it on. That's got to be a good thing.

Review: Maybelline Eyestudio Lasting Drama Gel Liner.

Delusional. Delusional is what I am. I've been off Facebook for the longest time ever, and just a few minutes ago, I made the concious decision to log back in. And it did not go well. I felt sick to the bone, I felt suffocated. The façade, the lies, the theories, the conclusions. The reason why I left Facebook, and people have been asking me this for ages, is because it ate me up. It ate up who I really was - a girl who lived in her own little bubble of thoughts and had little to no friends. I don't mind not having any friends. I've previously lied just so I could have friends. I've pretended to be a different person, I've been very, very rude to people and pretended to be a completely different human being; just so I could fit in. I left the social networking site after I realized that the only way to be the real me with everyone, was by detaching. And also, that I didn't need all those friends at all. Because, eventually, through the test of time, only a few have stood up for me. To be quite honest, I almost had a breakdown. I knew I had to calm down, and not burst into tears and feel nothing but hatred for myself. I instantly deleted my account for good and I looked at myself in the mirror and started to draw on my eyes with a gel liner I had bought a few weeks ago. Somehow, somewhere, I calmed down. I saw myself in the mirror again, not the ugly person I once was. That's why I love makeup and art in general - it lets me breathe through it.

Review: L'Oreal Kajal Magique.

It's been quite some time since I've written this much. By this much, I do mean, this much. The last time I tried to create a new post, I was mostly working (or trying to work) on my mini-series called 'Super Twinkle Donkey Gum!'. After days and nights of writer's block, I've decided to let it go. I tried so many things to get some sort (any sort) of inspiration - but it was all useless. Maybe it's because I'm not 14 any more. Things have changed far too much for me to try and recall what a younger version of me would think of this or that. I don't perceive things the way I used to, maybe because I understand better now. It isn't any fun growing up or understanding why the world works the way it does, but, I do believe it is inevitable. Too much time has passed and too much water has gone under the bridge. So, yes, I'll get back to raiding the cosmetic aisles of different stores and occasionally writing a non-beauty related posts. I have created a new page for this new development here. Oh, and I'm still thinking about which camera to buy and debating whether or not I should get a new one at all. Only time will tell.