the refrigerator opens, and so does a tiny door in my head along with it, and a little accountant falls out of it, and starts to hum into my ear, tediously naming every product i would have to buy and how much would it be.

this is frustrating, everything here is frustrating, from north to south through east and west: terrible water, dirty pavements, praising thinness talks, all the distractions, people people people, responsibilities, apartment that falls apart, all above and all beyond.

i am just tired. i try not to complain, but i keep tearing up on random occasions, and i keep judging myself for being so weak, stupid and naive.