So, as I’m waiting for my trial I felt like I should write something. I woke up prett early, trying to make a good impression and not be late but guess what, I’m one hour earlier so fuck me.
Well, this is another job I despite, waiter.. Again and again, feels like this is the only job suitable for me and God help me, hopefully with this job I’ll get out of this debt I’m in and finally start buying shit for myself because I really need is. I need cool clothes, I need Bukowski’d books and more than anything, I need to go out, meet people, have fun.
Fuck, how did I end up here.