I had it all planned; today was the day to kill myself. I sat down to do my makeup for the last time. It had to be on point. At least my eye brows did. I didn't want them to touch them at the funeral home so I applied an extra coat of the brow liner to last. They had to last. As fate would have it I couldn't get them right. Out of all the days to have a bad makeup day it had to be today?! 
Makeup is the only thing I've ever been good at, I couldn't  leave this world looking like I had no clue what I was doing. 
There's always tomorrow. 