What was i thinking when i got it? i just wanted to seem an adult, an independent one. no friends, no love, a job, a family. i wanted to feel good about myself, but i didnt think enough about what a flat would give me for good. what am i doing with it? the neighbors are loud, they wake me up. i hate them. and i bought this flat! i made it to be like a small expression of myself. i furnished it with love. what was i thinking? for how long did i think it would be my home? it feels like a prison, not my little nest where i was free to be myself. it only accents my failure and my inferiority and stupidity. what the hell was i thinking. how can i go on living? I CANT. simple as this. i cant.
I CANT.