I knew it was a bad day when I stopped wanting make up. I didn't want ANYTHING. I reviewed my wish list and added nothing. I had nothing colorful left inside of me. Gray-ish black shades covered my lids with smokey shadows over my heart. The blackest liner only intensified the sadness in my eyes. Muted lip colour washed out my smile. No blush on the apples of my cheeks as they would never rise. A gloss-less frown wouldn't dare shimmer in the sunlight. Dark contour accentuated the sunken hollows of my cheeks. I knew it was a rough day when I couldn't stand up straight. I couldn't look anyone in the eye. I couldn't even look in the mirror for a final dusting of finishing powder. Nothing was finished and everything undone. I unraveled and sat bare in my make-up. As tears streamed down my face, I finally had one thing to add to my wish list: mascara. It should have been waterproof.