It's Friday. This afternoon my friends called me to say that at 10pm they are coming to pick me up. I know right away how the evening would look like. With invitations we get free in the biggest club. Drink few bambus. At dawn we drove ourselves at park. We take drugs.
I get up from bed. Pick up the mail. Read sect publication that is offering a mighty god to me. I feel mighty hunger and wanted to make good Italian pasta. But the sauce was full of the mould. Yesterday's rolls were hard as a stone. I don't want to go in a bakery because they are selling chocolate croissants with too little chocolate. Window of my room looks at the tourist agency. For a weekend I want to go to Italy. Eat real spaghetti. That's the only thing I want. A friend said that this Saturday it's his farewell party. He's going into army. Yes, I already promise him to come. Ex boyfriend called me to sleepover on Sunday at my place. Early in the morning at Monday has a business meeting in a town. He expect me to say yes, after all he has satisfying all my sexual needs past two years. I agree. I got SMS how my mobile phone card is valid just two days more, have to pay my account. Monday seem so far away. Tomorrow morning I have to go to my neighbour for a cup of coffee. She's asking me to come to her all last week, otherwise she'll feel offended. There are spring sales and it will be good to go on them while still have some cash. Definitely have to change something on myself. I have left just one weekend for finish job project. Urgently have to go to National library but can't find membership card not in any book I have. I'm really upset because of dry lips and nail polish that's falling off. I'm turning the light on the room. Electric bulb gets over. Something cracked deep inside of me.
Friends are calling to get down. Elevator's not working and they don't want to go up by stairs. They didn't even ask am I ready or not. They are not interesting how so I feel; they don't want to know that all my goldfish died in an aquarium. They are waiting for me on the street.

- Okay, I'm coming down - I said to them and throw myself across the fence out from the fifth floor.