People die everyday, she said. Every second. Why do we care either way? We're just born to be another skeleton, another number, another worn-out, forgotten name.
What a nice package of skin and flesh and blood and bones you make, dear. Better to feel emotions with? No. I'm just an animal at my very core. I'm sorry but I cannot love you the way I should. I'm worse than you ever would have expected. You always try to find the human side of me.
These numbers, they're going to kill me someday, I swear.
Photos taken by Justine (my younger sister, go visit her blog!)
Makeup: NYC eyeshadow trio in Long Beach Sands
NYC lipstick in Mahogany