Here I am,
Thinking what would happen tomorrow.
Hoping it'll  be a better day.
To be honest, I miss home already.
I feel like everything seems to be wronged.
Nothing is right for now.
I can't stop thinking of my lil brother and my mum and my room.
I just want to spend all my life with books.
I wish I could but that's too much.
No one I could talk to, cuz everyone is having their own problems.
So, here I am, writting what's inside me.