When she woke up, the world wasn't blue anymore. But that's ok in the end and maybe if she wished hard enough her head wouldn't explode and ruin everything.
The tubes of paint were in pretty bad shape, and she had finally poured out the paint water that had been festering for half a year. The light still hurt her eyes a little, and she would have to bend over on the floor, but what are these things when you have a small universe at your hands?
I'm really upset. I wanted to tell my dad that I'm a lesbian, but I couldn't. I decided the first think I should do, was to find out what his feelings are about homosexuals. I asked him what he thought, and about gay marraige and stuff like that so I would know what to expect when I came out to him. He completely freaked, and acted as if homosexuals were bad people. He went on about how its wrong to be gay.