Without this cat-eyeliner and pale concealer, I bear my almond eyes darkened by countless nights in front of the computer screen and acne marks, reddened with embarrasment, frustration, and pimple-popping. 

Without this photo filter, I expose the truth about my life: dull and gray; the continuous loop of school and home without the freedom of social interaction outside these two prisons.

Without a filter on my words, I shout, "Fuck you, shit head" as I cynically laugh at the mom jokes my closests friends throw at me. I'd be able to finally tell those bitches that think I can't make it that they're all fucking wrong; tell those ignorant douchebags that I'm not the slut, whore, bitch, etc. that they all hear. 

Without these things, I am not complete, for they tell a different side of me; they create my other half.