My title is unreasonably long.
I DON’T CARE, I LOVE IT.
I remember when I first started wearing night contacts… That night I nearly removed my eye a few times on accident. Then I squished the lens into some weird corner of my eye and started running around screaming like the mad blind neanderthal on helium I am.
It took my mom and my dad to pry my eyes open and remove the piece of glass.
I also remembered the time where I washed my contacts down the sink… Talk about having quick reflexes. This other time I also crush my contacts because I was holding them a bit too tight…
(as you can clearly tell I’m extremely careful with my contact lenses)
But now… I can’t sleep without that expensive piece of glass in my eye… BECAUSE I’M USED TO IT D: