/cgl/ - Cosplay & EGL

> meetup in 2 weeks
> have allergic reaction to an eye cream, my eyelids puff up and turn red and peel horrifically
> take extra careful care of my eye area and try to bring the swelling down
> succeed. Swelling gone, dead skin flaked away a few days later
> my skin is clear and pretty much perfect, just in time for the meet, which is now less than a week away
> walk home from class today
> suddenly lying face down in front of a Tim Hortons with my skirt flipped up over my ass
> ???

I'd failed to notice the curb and walked right into it like a dumb cunt. Then I hit the ground so hard my skirt flipped up. Thank god for safety shorts.

> pull myself together, flip my skirt back, slowly sit up
> my knee is burning
> my foot is burning
> my hands are burning
> my soul is burning
> deep breath, look down
> there's a huge, nasty scrape on my right knee. It's bleeding EVERYWHERE
> get home, clean up, assess damage

There's no covering it up. I'll spare you the details but it's pretty nasty.

Guess I'm wearing OTKs to the meet :^)

Pic related. It's my face. There is something about me that attracts crazy people and I want to scream. I think they can smell that I'm a soft person and swarm in to take advantage of me.

One story that's relevant: back when I was just taking my first baby steps into the fashion, a weeb upper classmen took notice of me and decided to be my friend. Calling her Bea. She claimed to be a Lolita (she wasn't) so I thought it would be a good experience even if she was annoying. One day I mentioned having a dress that meant a lot to me that I no longer wore, and I wanted to turn it into a Lolita skirt and matching accessories so it could have a second life. I have noob sewing skills so I was nervous of doing it. Bea overheard and gushed to me about how well she could sew and insisted that I let her do it for me. She pushed me until I gave into the pressure and naïvely gave her the dress. A couple days later I got it back and was horrified to find it haphazardly sliced at the bodice and half-assed folded and sewn down into a skirt with raw seams. But I tried to hide how upset I was. The rest of the dress was nowhere to be found. Bea proudly declared how it was her best work and told me I needed to pay her for it. I told her I didn’t have any money because my parents didn’t give me an allowance, and was freaking out that I wouldn't get my "dress" back. After a while she dropped the payment thing and let me have the skirt. I asked where the rest of the dress was and she said she kept it.

Eventually, I managed to fix the skirt into wearable condition, and it makes a really cute Lolita skirt, I cherish it. But I’m still upset over what happened and regret not having the rest of the dress to turn into other stuff. And it's really awful having a bad memory attached to the skirt/dress.