I hate to be over dramatic, but I feel a little bit like Mr Rochester's crazy wife in Jane Eyre. This morning I found myself looking out of my bedroom window and welling up with tears for reasons unknown. I'm just sad. I try to keep busy with scrapbooking and Netflix but I can't shake the feeling of boredom and catatonia.
I don't like being negative, and so that I can rest assured I haven't wasted your time, here are some of the things I've been up to:
Dyed my hands with teal hair chalk.
Bought shoes I've wanted from Topshop. My mum had to put them on me because I can't bend, but then she disappeared so I had to wear them for the rest of the day. How tragic.
Dyed my hair with hair chalk.
Trying to get nicer handwriting
Dyed my dog with hair chalk.
Unfinished. Quote by Shaun Carter.
Off centre Bowie. And trying to use watercolours.
Half-arsed collage. Inspired by The Birds.
Yet another skull.