I'm so fucking sick of my mother judging me for I how do my fucking makeup

"There's a right way to do that"

"That looks horrible go fix it"

God dammit it's makeup! I don't care if you don't like it, to me, it looks fine.

And it's not just my mom. That's right it's my fucking sister too. Like she's one to judge. Half the time she looks like she's a drug addict.

I get it. I sound like a preppy bitch, but seriously, let me live a little.

It's makeup. I don't plan on flying to England to meet the queen like this. Let me do what I want with my face

There's a Gerard quote that perfectly describes my thoughts rn

^this is why I fucking love him

Ok thanks for listening to my bitchy rant

Edit: it's no wonder I'm self conscious. My mother just told me I look like the Joker bc I had lips gloss slightly outside the corners of my mouth