This post isn’t going to be about makeup. Or skincare. Or anything beauty-related at all, really. This is going to be my first attempt at explaining the ugliness inside my head as I start to make this blog more honest and mental health-focused. So here we fucking go. The doctors tell me I might have Borderline Personality Disorder. Emphasis on “might” – because why not add some more uncertainty to an already confusing af disorder? What this basically means for me is that I’m really fucking moody. That’s the crux of it. Think of your most cliched, emotional moments as…

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