I dreamed my house was tidy.

I have had the worst day ever. Don't really know what started it. But I have had serious problems trying to control my anger all day. I kind of want to kill everyone. Maybe suicide bombing would do the trick? On my way home I bought myself a new set of facial products and a bouquet of yellow roses which remind me of spring. I am going to listen to PJ Harvey, put an apron on and clean the whole apartment (it is already very tidy though). jävlar anama.