soooo
I’ve been working for two months now, my last day is on tuesday; but my boss said she was so happy with my work she decided to keep me longer, so I signed for another two months. Since I’m still living at my parents’ I can do anything I want with the money I earn. I’ve decided to go to New-York since one of my best friends lives there. I don’t know when, I don’t know for how long, but I’m going. That’s all I needed today to feel better. I’m fucking exhausted, I had a bloody week and I had an argument who broke my heart. So yeah, New-York, here I come.
