Dear Diary.
Dear diary
site
Yuck. I hate this. I hate it with all my strength. I'm up to the hilt and took 4 days. He thought he could take, but I am another week at most and go back to my fucking house.
The facts are:
- I am eaten by mosquitoes, did I mention I'm allergic? Great.
- I have 4 nights without sleep, almost. Last night there was a lizard in my room. Great.
- I'm bad. I have a trancazo of three pairs, I think today has evolved into a fever. Fantastic.
- No floor or to get three and we're stuck in a fucking hotel, unable to unpack and generally bad.
- We can not get a bank account until we have the floor. I'm running out of money.
- is too expensive (LIKE A LOT) phone to be able to talk to a friendly voice.
- It rains every day even though we are near 40 degrees. I walk down the street with his feet deep in shit.
You can appreciate the sarcasm I left in the fourth reason why this is shit. No longer do I feel like no joke.
Still, there are times when I think that this is what míoy that everything will happen, when I have a floor and a mosquito net to sleep , about 3 days to stay in bed if you do not feel well because I have a fridge and food in it, and I have to do and look for things like crazy. I know that everything will happen, I never thought I could be so pessimistic (at times), it makes me think I'm screwed. Two days
well and I catch the first plane.
Clemson, Paris, I echo much less, and for the first time in a long time ... What happened to the desire to stay in the new site for ever since the first day? It's a new feeling this hatred, I do not like and overwhelms me.
I hope my next news will be better.
PS: Do not tell my grandmother, which gives it a little, sure.
0 comments:
Post a Comment