entry four:
Allright.
Let's see, dear reader... Day 1763, I guess, on the island of my room, and I am starving.
I miss meeting with other people when I hold myself like, now. So, yeah, I haven't lately. And 11th day of that has passed now and I am sick of myself.
And oh those poor guys, they have all preached the angel side of me. So please don't try to make friends with me.
Me? I hear you asking...
I took Tarçın out, like how it's suppose to be. And don't worry, I am taking my meds. And 4 days ago I had cut all of my hair. I remember the sun is sinking it's sting onto my lungs from my neck. It was a beautiful feeling, cause as you all know I hate cold. I hate cold because of it's representatives. Have you ever shared a cold meal with someone giving you their side of cold stares? I am always, quickly, running away. But anyway, back to my cutted hair... I am also going to dye them red. And I will trick myself with thinking about the moment I had written ...
