Headache

Today is Monday, and it’s the last week of my school cleaning job. The teachers and some students are already on holidays, but I am still working.

My job is not too bad; I can’t complain. It pays for my food, my rent, and my life here, so it’s enough to live.

I’m still trying to study English. I took the Cambridge exam, and I was so worried about the reading part that I didn’t have enough time to do the Use of English section.

Yesterday, I went to the Hillsong Christmas event, and I haven’t spoken to my man for almost one or two weeks. He didn’t pay me for my job, and I started to hate this country.

Nothing is like I imagined.

I hate teachers—not all of them, but only those who don’t care about their students. But now it feels like I hate all of them. It’s so sad. I used to admire every teacher I had, almost like they were sacred to me.

I feel tired today even though I didn’t work very hard, because, like a miracle, the place was already clean. I have a headache because of the Christmas cake I ate, and I couldn’t read more than two pages of my English book today.

Well, I need a shower

12.16.2019 Melb_BRA