i see butterflies with pistols

i'm so sick of being here right now. i know i dont even have the rights to say these things, but still.


i'm so sick of this tiny little room that i have to share.


i dun like the amount of light that's coming through the window. too bright.


i hate the small little fridge we had here.


i hate the fact that we dont even have a tv.


it really sucks that the sink is still jammed even though i dug it out couple of times. every morning i wake up there must be strings of hair which obviously are not mine.


i cant take it anymore because i had to take things back and forth from my bag since there aint no more space in this room.


and im stuck in this tiny hell till the end of august.













it sucks big time that i have this temp lifestyle.