I came here a few times, before I closed the window.

I simply did not know what, or how to write.

Things are complicated now. At times I feel high, now I feel so low.

Fucking family problem.

I can't wait to go out from this house. If I get hired to work at PJ, I will definitely find a room to rent and get out from my house.

I guess I have been here too long.

I miss my old self.