I spend most of the day in bed.
Thankfully, my parents don’t bother with my hysterics other than giving me a phone call during their lunch periods to have our daily check-in, making sure that we’re all safe and alive. By the time evening rolls around, I’ve taken a shower and put on enough makeup that I look like I haven’t cried my eyes out, copying one of my sister’s makeup tutorials off of her channel, and I magically make my look somewhat close to her finished look by the end.
It’s nothing really revolutionary since I don’t have the multi-chrome eyeshadows that my sister has (she won’t give me those unless I pry them from her cold, dead hands in her coffin), so my eyes don’t look as interesting or as multidimensional as hers. I heavily contour my face, cutting out my cheekbones so the
