Yet another day! Ending of this week and start to another one...yes I am thinking fuck!
I feel no better maybe even worse. Ik wil ga naar thuis. Ik been heel moe op dit plaats. Ik hate als jongens in mijn leven. Zijn bent heel echt duche bags, all fo em. Feeling physically drained and getting there mentaly. 45 more days to go and I will be out.

why can't people just make friends some times. what makes you think you have something I want. really have we come to a point where all a dude wants to follow is hes physical attraction instead of getting to know you. These kind of things make me wish I was still back at ISH.
I miss my morning chocolate croissants and Rab getting us hot chocolate from the staff room.