I lose things. I am preoccupied. I am misty. Eyeglasses? I go through eyeglasses like tissue.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
If I even lose my glasses or make a mistake. I become really disappointed in myself.
I've always had a quirky way of looking at things. It's my coping mechanism.
I have photographs taken of me at the time I was addicted, and thought I looked good. I see them today and realize my eyes were dead.
I see wrinkles and lines, and wear glasses to read, which I hate. But I am in a better place in my body than I used to be.
My eyes don't work, at least not fully, because they are blocked by disease. The scene around me appears through a kind of curtain, a haze.
I had some eyeglasses. I was walking down the street when suddenly the prescription ran out.
I can't think without my glasses.
My poor vision gives me a soft-focus morning. For the first half hour, I kind of wander through my house, and everything is a blur. I put my contacts in when I'm ready to deal with the world.
I'm blind without my glasses.
No matter how poor my eyes are I can still talk.
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