Whatever

Waking up with the raindrops hitting against my bedroom window is all I expect from a great Sunday morning. This was the day I should open my brown curtains, so I did. With my drowsy eyes, I got up, opened both curtains and the window. Such a soothing smell filled my dark room that I couldn't help but smile. The day has started without cursing.

After watching yellow leaves flitting for a while, I left my room to make morning tea. What else could I want, when I have my tea on this chilly day with the rain outside?

In the afternoon, the heavens opened. Trees danced under the grey clouds, the yellow leaves were flitting higher this time. A girl with an umbrella was walking along the street. She wallked away. "I hope she will fall down, and her pretty clothes will get muddy." I said.

When I started to write this note, the rain had stopped. I was smiling until a few minutes ago. My mother came and screwed my best day up. I don't judge her anymore, she's doing her job, making me feel stupid. She's great at it, what can I say? Now I don't want to write anything about the rain. She took all my enthusiasm. I was so exicited to share this note but now I just want to delete it.

I shouldn't care about people this much. Even though I look like I am carefree, one little word can ruin my day. I am sorry that you've had to read this piece of s..., no, waste. Really.



"Some people feel rain others just get wet."

http://www.rainymood.com



Peace, Love, Empathy

Whatever

Waking up with the raindrops' hitting on my bedroom window was all I expected from a great Sunday morning. This was the day that I should open my brown curtain, so I did. With my drowsy eyes, I got up, and opened both the curtain and the window. Such a soothing smell filled in my dark room that I couldn't help but smile. The day had started without cursing.

After watching the yellow leaves' flitting about for a while, I left my room to make morning tea. What else did I want, when I had my tea on this chilly day with the rain outside? 

In the afternoon, the heavens opened. The trees were almost dancing under the grey clouds, yellow leaves were flitting higher this time. A girl with an umbrella was walking on the street. She wallked past. "I hope, she will fall down and her pretty clothes will get muddy." I said to myself.

When I started to writing this note, the rain had stopped. I was smiling up until a few minutes ago. My mother came in and screwed my best day up. I don't judge her anymore. She's just doing her job: making me feel like stupid. She's great at it, what can I say? Now I don't want to write anything about rain. She drained all my enthusiasm. I was so exicited to share this note but now I just want to delete it.

I shouldn't care about people this much. Even though I look like I am carefree, any littlethe tiniest word can ruin my day. I am sorry because you read this piece of s***. No waste. Really.


"Some people feel the rain; others just get wet."

http://www.rainymood.com

Peace, Love, Empathy

OK, I for one am glad you didn't delete it. :) Maybe you might think of this song when people might ruin your day?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Xz7_3n7xyDg