My tummy hurts and I am all alone in this terrible city. Thank god I am getting out of here. Thank god I will not have to spend all my mornings and afternoons with my tummy hurting not being able to make tea or fruit juice or pasta. I have been here for almost a year. Every time I set foot on this place my tummy aches. Ache ache my tummy. I only eat brioche and almonds in this house. I cannot stand big buys. Because big buys mean long periods of time. And I am hoping of course to go very soon. The big white stone in my heart grows every day. And I have tried to love this city and make it mine. But I leave with no guilt and no pain. I hate this place.