Dear Diary, I didn’t even notice that it’s thirtied of July, I forgot time, happiness. I can say I forgot myself this place is very bad I hate it where there is no friendship, I don’t want to stay even a minute let alone this two years ahead. Every day I think how did I make that mistake, that mistake was the thing that I made by my own self. The more I think the more I come to think of that everywhere is the same, every place is boring full of agoist, rude and people not knowing what friendship is, what peoples feeling is, money is nothing it doesn’t play a good role peoples life every time I ask myself how, why did I make this mistake, today I will just have a rest I’m not in the mood to start a new habit let’s see what happen tomorrow