I've done wayyy worse things than this but this was when I was young and my bipolar began to blossom. I was 19 at the time. I impulsively painted my bedroom blood red thinking it was a beautiful genius idea. When I returned to reality a few hours later with half the room done and all my furniture scattered around the house, I cried my eyes out because. It was so depressing and ugly. My dad had to hire painters to come the next day and paint the room to a soft calming lavender color. It was also finals week when I did this. I think the stress got to me.