my english is very bad. i know it isn't moonday, but monday. all day i can see the moon throught my window. the smell of cigarettes float throught my room. i'm bored, don't know what to do. writing in my diary, take a pencil and put some paint on the cloth(?) or is it picture(?). no, it's not a picture yet but i'm working on it. butterfly, lovely butterfly. you give me so much inspiration, freedom and happiness. it's four o'clock in the afternoon. i miss you. kiss me and say gooddye.