Now I’m grateful to be only a month away from moving to Madrid because this town is boring as hell and I don’t think I can’t handle it much longer.

Most of the time I’m just pretty unhappy, sad and feeling alone. The rest of the time I’m sleeping.

I became ill last week with a very hurtful sore throat. My doctor gave me antibiotics that didn’t work so 3 days later I had to go back and get new ones. Those new ones gave me a fungal infection. After a third visit in a week to the doctor I have new antibiotics and medicine for fungi. I haven’t been out in more than a week. I’m tired because of all the shit I’ve been taking, I’ve barely eaten and now I can’t even pee without crying. Best Summer ever.