Friday

I always say:

When hell freezes over, I wanna be a devil. ICE SKATING!

It's half past five now.. Half an hour ago, I was painting my friend's hair. She's got blond hair, now it has brown stokes in it. Yaye :D!

My hair is a bit purple now. Not extremely purple, sometimes you can’t even see it isn't brown anymore, but it is purple. Some people think it’s awful, others think it’s quite cool. I think it’s awesome!

It sucks when you're completely overworked and no one seems to understand where you’re going trough. It sucks. And I can’t even figure out myself what’s bothering me. It feels like hell is hunting me. It feels like everything has to be black or white, so you just have to choose. It feels like you’re not safe, wherever you are.

I have been feeling myself like this for quite a while, and I reaaaally want to get rid of it. Maybe that’s why I wanted purple hair.

PURPLE HAIR ROCKS.

Totally.