a shitty collection of 3am thoughts
I hate the smell of my perfume. i never liked it. i remember getting it as a gift from my maternal grandma, on my birthday, and spraying it before heading out to a movie with my friends. i hated it. but for some reason, i didnt bother with trying to cover up the scent. it reminded me of something, i just couldnt place my finger on what. it wasnt quite familiar, but at the same time, it smelled like home. not good, not bad, just so oddly exact. i still use that perfume. im not sure why. i still hate it. but every time i use it i get a new sense of deja vu. every time, it reminds me of something different. its comforting in a way, just as it is off-putting in the same. im wearing it right now, the scent is strong. it reminds me of a place ive never been, a song ive never heard sung. i expect ill keep using it. in any case though, i still hate the smell of my perfume.