dear diary,
Yesterday I broke my streak. Four days... I guess at this stage I can actually still call that impressive.
I hate living here. I hate living with people I can let down. I hate living with arguments... no, what I really hate is that the arguments don’t change and everyone in them is on the same side. Which I guess makes them less arguments and more group bitching sessions about the house (falling apart), the landlady (my mother), clumsy people (me)..
Fuck. I hate it. Except I don’t. I don’t really hate anything, it’s too much investment.
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