I remember once sort of sitting down and thinking, ‘I am terribly depressed and this can not go on…’ and then I thought, ‘Well, you can do two things. You can kill yourself or you can get interested in absolutely everything.’ I read the newspaper every day; I read scientific books and geographical books and historical books and books in other languages, as well as the books that professionally I had to read, and suddenly the world became wonderful.
I think I’m gonna dye my hair pink again tomorrow. I almost wanna bleach my hair myself and dye it baby blue, but I’m a wimp and am scared and don’t wanna risk ruining my hair. plus there’s just SO MUCH HAIR and I know it’ll end up patchy. like I’ve got a LOT of hair. maybe dying it pink as it is will scratch that itch for the time being. it’s been a minute, anyway.
