Four, nothing wrong with me.

Well, I'm experimenting with the dye and the bleach.

I can't manage to gt it right.

I got strong mint from the previous trial.

I'd probably end up going to a professional.

My wounds are healing properly, beginning to scar like they should.

Forming into some light fleshy pink tissue.

Fuck, my left hand's finger is almost numb.
I tried to paint on my computer with the touchscreen and the mousepad, that's the outcome.
I know, a bit weird, but that's pretty good with me!
I used to make absolutely shitty designs without the tablet, and now? I have impressed myself! 
I had some problems with everything, but I worked it out.
My main tools were the brush and the watercolour brush, I used the select things of course, but it was pretty awesome.
I had no idea what to do with the stale background, so I just added up some triangles in different shades of techie turquoise, and it looks a bit more tech like.
I don't know, I like it, it's some sort of another improvement.


Okay, I'm on stips [I'm so obssesed with it that even when I'm blocked I'm there... Pathetic, I know] and there are always these questions about popularity, and sometimes people message me "Are you popular", and it's really hard for me to answer properly.
Yes, I do have quite an amount of people who I can easily communicate with, varies from small talks to deep conversations.
However, I'm not close friends or actual friends with the ones who are considered "popular".
So in my clique I am considered active and loud, but even that's not really true.
Because I'm horrifyingly scared to hurt or embarrass or make them hate me.

I just feel like I'm doing everything wrong near them.
I don't really know why I fear it.

Oh well, I'm going today to the cabria, anxious.
I didn't go today to the practise because of it.

I need a cloak.
But the hooded ones, tied at the neck, maybe some sort of embellishment on it.
Maybe velvety?
Anyway, it would be really awesome.

But it's not as important as nightgowns are for me currently.
I'm looking for above-knee length with 3/4 sleeves or short but rather baggy.
Basically, a really big shirt.



You know what I notice more and more? Children and teenagers complaining about their very own generation.
Excuse me?
Who the fuck taught this kids to be this way? they did? Oh... Yeah, the media did.

Who made sure that the media will evolve to this thing? The genration beforehand.
Now, before you open your mouth, making both you and the ones you enjoy to call "dumb", seem equally ignorant, understand that it's not your fault, or their fault.
It's the previous generation fault.
I don't know if you see it, but I certainly do, parents, paying their best money only for outrageous titles for their offsprings.
Or even better, buying the very new smartphone and technology, even though that they broke.
It usually drives me crazy.
THERE IS NO FOOD IN THE FRIDGE WHEN THERE IS IPHONE 6 ON THE HAND.

Well, my laptop is broken, and tomorrow I'm getting it fixed.
My windows got deleted.
Anyway, I'm partly blonde now, I'm going to dye it tomorrow for badass mint green. 

It's going to be badass mint green because voodoo blue and bleached black hair form this colour. 

I feel quite weird, the colour, the reaction, it's not that I really care about what "they" think, I care about the shame and anxiety I'd feel. 

My sister thinks that I should've picked red. 

Like, strong red. 

But no, not just yet. 

I'd probably do red one time, and I want to do purple as well, and rainbow!

Rainbows are fucking awesome. 

It's going to be funny, curls and dyes. 

Yep, seems like something that I'd do. 

I feel lovely now, if my hair was dyed instead of the hideous combination of yellows and oranges. 

Maybe I'd actually go tomorrow and buy some badass red dye. 

Meh, I'm too lazy.