Making A Tracker Knife

nightmare

seems like a nightmare. We have once again thrown into the street.
What the fuck happened?
How the hell do we find a house in two days now?
How do I give the exams next week?
How do I make the move in a few hours?

HOW DO I STILL SUFFER ALL THIS?

Maybe I should just go back to my house.

drop everything.

Non ce la faccio più.

Non riesco.
 

Chiuso nella mia stanza, le palpitazioni gridano.
Questo bel tempo e questa mattina soleggiata sono come un'ironia.
Ohayou.