Water will choose the path of least resistance, they say human is mostly water.
It's okay to want comfort.
I'm feeling really bad and sick, way too sick to write full sentences. I think I'll try to find a new place on Monday. The more time I spend outside this hellhole the better I feel, the more I spend here the worse I feel. I wish I could take a shower, but like I have said a million times for the last half a year, I don't have clean water, I can't shower. I feel like I have a fever of 40 celsius.
Fucking narcissistic relatives, denying clean water, drinking water, showers from me. They threw my stuff into a pissrotten moldy place without my permission. They are the ultimate evil.
I hope Gods will save me.
If I'm behaving really oddly, it's because of this illness, I'm not being myself at all. I hope this too will pass. I don't want to die like this. I like to die on my own terms. In a nice home.