I have eye bags

I just noticed them 3 minutes ago, while staring at my own reflection in the bathroom mirror. I promptly came back into my room and cried about them (while trying not to rub my eyes, because guess what, I have eye bags now). The next best thing to do, naturally, was to write about them. And so here we are.

I don't know that the purpose of this is post is. Other than a solid confirmation that yes, PMS is very much real.

But it's more than that.

Has it ever happened to you? It must have. When you look at yourself and think "holy shit I'm old".

It hit me like a ton of bricks tonight. And yet even now, I cannot figure out what part of it made me cry.

I don't care about the bags themselves. I don't hate them. Far from it, and I think that's the worst part. They're very much mine. I am exactly as I look. There is zero dissonance between their appearance and how I feel on the inside. My life is one giant eye bag, and it just sucks to come to this realization as you're staring at your own face in the mirror.

I'm just tired, with too few outlets to feel any other emotion. So it all spills out as whatever this is. Going to bed now.