Bleu

When I walk into the book store with a blue sweatshirt on, blue nails and and buy a blue binder, do they really need to ask what my favourite colour is?
Just walk into my room and you'll understand the emotional attachment that I have to the colour blue. My dorm room does not in any way resemble the "it's so blue I feel like I'm underwater" feeling that is clearly evident upon entering my room at home. However, it is still clear that I don't just tolerate blue. I love blue.
Blue striped bed sheets, blue towels, blue cup, blue lanyard, blue hat, blue innered of coat, blue pencil case and awkwardly out of place, purple laptop.
If you judge me by my sense of colour then shame on you. My best friend loves pink! Do I judge her? Well, I don't let her hear me.
The main point I'd like to settle into your minds is: embrace that colour that makes you feel like a million bucks that just dropped you into a tub of books made of chocolate.
Remember, only the strong ones make it out alive. If you don't embrace life, how can I believe that you will embrace that which puts a smile on your face for just sitting there beside you. The colour is everything.
Enjoy the little things, this is t-bear signing off