My heart aches. I don't know why. This depression is killing me sometimes. I don't want your simpathy, dear reader. I don't want anything... I'm just writing it, because I've heard that it helps from time to time. I found out that when I'm down, that's when I have my ''creative'' moments.
Which reminds me: I made this drawing of a postcard whilst talking to my sister and crying my eyes out. The dark times of summer 2007 ...
Maybe I should go sit under umbrella for a while. I'll soon be all better...I just have to turn on my sarcasm. And you, dear reader, you will know better for the next time - to avoid this kind of posts. I know it's ''unprofessional'' of me to write this junk (I know you're all expecting nail polish pics, right), but I'm a very emotinal girl. So don't take it to hard on me, OK? OK.
Now I'm done. Fortes fortuna adiuvat.