on the bathroom floor

Post 162, to celebrate how much I hate that bus. And all the other mobile boxes we get into everyday.

I love having to wait 45 minutes for buses every damn day. I love having to stand in the bus for a whole hour, having all my seats stolen by skinny bitches and their idiot boyfriends.

I love this nation. The people are friendly and generous. We have lots of fun.

Who am I fucking kidding?

Why is it that I can never come home with only good news to tell? Does every fucking day have to be ruined by something bad? Everytime?

I was so happy with everything. gmiejhsil;awrhoie ghserujkpauyjhrw8ot

Is it fun to reach home when it's all dark? Is it fun to reach home and eat dinner all by yourself?

I probably don't mean it, but

I hate this godforsaken place we're living in. I hate it with a passion.