Obviously I am over-educated and over-qualified as a waitress, or a dishwasher (or I would say, under). The job is only 5 hours a day but it is enough to drive me insane and absolutely depressing. The Liverpool ascent is another concern. I look as if I were dumb and deaf in front of them. I should have learnt this when I was talking to Alex. It is absolutely no joke, I can understand every word on the TV which is always either London ascent or American.
Finally I made my way home by myself today and cooked some penne with mushrooms and pepper. Fucking hell, I miss Hong Kong for the food and more importantly, internet. I am completely cut-off from the world after moving into this house and for Christ's sake that guy could be my saviour. Just be aware will the cost be too high.
If this were what I am looking for throughout my exile, no doubt, I am done.
But Daphne, can you stop being so fickle and irritable for one second? That will only drive you into deeper shit and you won't be able to bear the consequence.
Things are driving me fucking crazy now. Blame it on my period. I can't even function. I don't want to wash dishes anymore. My hands won't stand it.
I know I need some help, definitely. Actually being someone's lover is not a bad deal either.
Life is pretty insane here.
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