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I forgot they were so blue. I kind of hate it. Looking into his eyes feels like eating something delicious you can’t totally enjoy because you know it’s really bad for you. His eyes are fucking me up. Giving me high cholesterol.
And the thing is, women aren’t allowed to be angry. Nobody likes a mad woman. They’re crazy, irrational, obnoxious, shrill.
But I need him to love me ugly.