Writing an essay describing the world I live in and how its influenced me is not simple. I realy hate the fucking city I live in and I don't know any other way to describe it. It's a fucking piece of shit. I could sugar coat with some flowery adjectives but I don't think it'd be appropiate. Although I could just use a more positive tone yet it's incredibly difficult for me to do so. I'm just taking a break and tomorrow I'll edit and see what I could do.
Once again I'm feeling suicidal but not depressed. It's annoying. I think I'll give a call to a suicide hotline. I could talk about how I'm feeling without any awkward eye contact.
Oh and I went black friday shopping but I only bought a book so I'll get around to reading it some time this week.