Dear Diary,
I am a mess. Complete mess. I just moved in to this nice flat and what...I already want to move out. Not because I like moving in/out. I actually hate it. But just because I feel like it is not my place. Not what I really fucken wanted. It makes me sick. I have so much things to worry about. And now this. Like..I don't know when I will be really calm. And happy. Like last year, for instance. Whatever.
I have visa problems, I can't find a job, I don't like the place I live in and I have no idea what should I do to transfer to Glasgow. I am a mess, Diary. And you know it. And I know it. Nobody else does. Yet.
xxx,
Mary
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