I went into town today, a little earlier than I needed to. I went to the Illamasqua stand and found even more things to want, but I didn't buy anything. There were two artists doing two girls' makeup, and I wanted to be them.
Everyone on the street looked the same. Usually I love picking people out, admiring people's hair or outfit or makeup as I pass them; it makes everything so much nicer when you can find beauty in people. It seems more worth it to survive among people who are beautiful. Today, everyone reminded me of someone else. No-one caught my eye. Nothing seemed particularly beautiful, but I sat on the steps by some buskers and ignored it until it was time to go to the restaurant.
Theatre is just too much by yourself. I felt so lonely and so much like crying all the way home.
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