Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Woke up to thunders and a gloomy sky today and somehow I felt the need to pile on some make-up. I have long forgone the make-up ritual in favor of arriving on-time for work, but I figured several minutes spent on sweeping some powder on my face is better than all the explanation for the dark circles and feeling down for the whole day. It's funny how make-up seems more necessary when you're dejected - it's like a barrier, almost, to keep the harsh reality out and to cover up the wavering confidence and nasty emotions. It's almost like a drug, or therapy. I guess when you look better, you'd feel better too.