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janae
11|30
monday

i wore my pink foam dunks again, but this time with light wash skinny jeans with a few rips, a cropped baby pink jacket, and a long tank so i wouldn't get in trouble

plus, i liked it with the long part. but if i really, really wanted the to crop my tank, id fold it.

and i don't know what possessed me to wear skinny jeans again, but i did and i lowkey liked them

they were cute and flattering but it made my hips look too big. i really hated when that happened.

it was gonna be in the 60s today and hopefully, i'd be home by the time it went down to the 40s or i'd freeze my ass off

this was more of a summer outfit, or spring. or even fall, but my dumb ass can't make good outfits until the season has passed

also, for the first time in a long time, im going to school with no makeup. ever since i touched that concealer and the brush and that mascara, i haven't put it down

but doing makeup was for me to learn how to love myself, and how can i do that without loving my bare face?

and no lashes. i'm boutta tweak out cause of it, my eyes look small but big at the same time

i always had small lashes but they curly, so it barely looked like it theyre there

maybe i can put a little mascara. i ran out the room before my impulsive decisions got the best of me

i went into the bathroom to view myself once more. my ass was looking phat but i was honestly despising how my body looked in these jeans. they made me look weird and i didn't like that, at all

i facetimed sergio, hoping for his honest opinion to be similar to mine

"hey baby, these skinny jeans or another one, like straight ones?" i asked, already picking out with jeans i wanted in substitute with this one. "these?"

"um yeah, wear the straight ones," he answered. "i'm waiting for you outside."

"okay i'm coming out in like 2 minutes."

"mkay bye."

i slid the skinny jeans off and put the straight ones on. this is my comfort zone, and i don't think i should ever leave it

especially since i don't like it

i grabbed an applesauce before going outside, where sergio was waiting for me.

i saw his truck outside and got so happy. "ooo u brought my baby back!" i squealed, giving him a peck, which he returned and deepened. forcing his tongue on my lips and driving them apart.

he put his hand on my left cheek, moving his head to the side as he kissed me like i was about to die or something.

"can't stay away for too long," he said, peering into my eyes. "damn you ain't got no eyelashes," he laughed starting the car.

i pushed him, which didn't make him move a bit. "shut up," i groaned, rubbing my eyes, self conscious of my eyelashes

"ay i'm just playin, don't take it too serious," he assured me, placing his hand on my thigh

"no it's okay i know," i told him, putting my seatbelt on.

he gave me a peck before backing out of my driveway. "you want chickfila?"

"aww you know me so well, of course."

"when are you going to drive me?" he asked, looking back at my house, where my car was sitting pretty in the drive way