My Last Night of College

A white woman’s collarbones and chest in a black spaghetti strap, v-neck dress

Sometimes it feels like I never did.

We stopped, and you tried to convince me to try again. But I was frozen. Upset. Ashamed. Embarrassed. Every negative emotion was swirling around inside of me. How could I have let this happen? Why did I finally have to let you in?

Freelance Make-Up Artist & Teacher. Wig & Make-Up Designer. Freelance Writer. Coffee, dogs & pop-punk are my life.

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