On cybersabbatical.

The walls of my room are still drowned in a pale salmon pink.
At least the new curtains are up. My dad helped me put them up yesterday and brought down the dreadful early 90s' venetian blinds that fade down in shades of purple. I feel compelled to get this room-makeover over and done with but at the same time, I don't want to rush it.

I may have ran out of words to say to anyone, even to myself.

(Till then.)