Working for the money and pointlessly killing time between three regular meals and sleepingtime is not what I expect from life. But in fact, that is exactly what’s happening at the moment. I want to catch a glimpse of real life again. Just a tiny one… three more weeks to go and I’m out of here. But will anything change until then?
Knowing that you’re a disappointment for someone else or being disappointed by another person yourself. I can’t quite decide on which one of them is worse.