Woke up 06:00 and first thing i see in my comments is something we in sweden calls; Drygt!, Dont know the english word for it, and I wont google it up! ^_^
I woke up on the wrong side of bed.
Some grayish shit totally turned out as pitch black to me at the moment.
Just symbolic now.
And i feel bad, because i reacted. But at the same time- my reaction was true- so it canät be that bad? Except i hate when i get down on same low level as someone rude, as a example.
Someone is rude, or I at least find them rude- They are maybe just bad at expressing them self or to give me a first, second, third impression. Who knows. And i turning out to be as rude myself- getting in a really bad mood by rude "under tones" from unknown people. Call it "intuition" or "over sensitive".
But I hate to be irritated, pissed off or mad at others. I really hate to express it.
I tried once in my diary, to express my _darkest hate ever in my lifetime_ against a boy I once loved- didnt turn out well, had to buy a new diary as well :/
I absolutely work best when my life isnt "perfect", because in a perfect life i got to much stuff going on to have time for drawing :/ I got no need to hide away and get my own secret place in time.
So when im painting u could say im not really happy, mad, angry, super-in love or anything.
I totally lost what I was going to really tell, so Ill stop now- back to the bed and sleep. I will try to wake up on the right side.
Jag är för inmpulsiv för mitt eget bästa, typiskt kvinna.
Bra, slapp jag oroa mig över den biten, att vara kvinna eller inte. Det kommer av bara farten. Sova sig lite nu.Dont forget to visit my Swedish blog; The art of Jean
