Came to realise the absence of words in this space for a while now and so i am just gonna type for the sake of breaking the monotony. yes...i am bored you see.
Lets see, highlight of the day was definitely the four-hour long facial i endured. yes i aint joking, you read four. It was in no way a laidback affair unfortunately. having someone squeeze, pinch, poke and prick at your skin with zero ability to retaliate or even complain is by no means near enjoyable. She seemed gladly satisfied even, that i was squirming in pain at her mercy as she went about nitpicking every inch of my skin, eager to find something to poke at. Whats worse though is the aftermath. It is disastrous. i cant even bear lookin in the mirror without disgusting myself out. I think i'd rather shun the world than go out with the spots, blotches and redness. I swear i was momenterily mortified when i realised, after bathing at the club, that i forgot my skintone coverup cream, only to realise i dropped it in the shower- thankfully.
But well, the beautician said she guarantees results. She sounded confident. I can only hope.
Ahh, the price of beauty.
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