Kendell Marano Parker.
I'm a w***e with myself, by the migraine sleep w***e brutally cut by the heat son of his mother and these rays of sun entering and hitting my face anyway.
How did I forget to close the freaking guy's expensive curtains?
Worst of all, I won't be able to go back to sleep because the crap of the sun has already demoralised me and I'm very ill-disposed now.
- Crap - babbling sitting in the angry bed, I put my slippers passing my hands in my eyes, which cry out to be closed again.
It's not my fault, it's the f*****g thing about this sun!
I'm going to the bathroom and I'm going to the box, and put warm water, because it was sunny, but it had a basic little chain. I bathe, wash my hair like people, after all, I already have shampoo. I take a quick shower, I was still
