Gah, bloody hell. So I've been avoiding the day and trying not to think/dwell on things, although I'm not even sure why I feel the need to avoid it, just generally bitter overall I guess.

So in an attempt to be tricky, cunning and even somehow spiteful, I decided I would cease the day/evening and be creative. I did a quicky job with the make up and it ended up looking really, really nice. I felt beautiful despite the usual nagging that prevents me ever feeling that way. I thought I'd take some photos and perhaps post them.

My eternal folly. Photos.

I know I'm no "oil painting" as a friend of mine would say, or "no great beauty" as another one would but seriously, I hope I'm not as hidious as my camera constantly portrays me.

Those bloody photos killed my night as I tried to salvage it. Screw you fragile ego, damn you pathetic self-confidence and a mighty pox on the ill-conceived attempt at being positive via carpe diem.