The first thing I see as I wake up is the blinding light coming through my curtains. Sadly, I couldn't afford blackout curtains due to my poorly-paying job that barely covered the bills, but I've slowly gotten used to it. I sit up and get off the sofa, stretching my back and neck. I also couldn't afford a large flat, so I had to make do with a single-room with a sofa. It served its purpose, as uncomfortable as it got.

My apartment was quite small, having a kitchen, living area and toilet. There was no bathtub, only a shower that'd make me feel lucky if it'd work properly. The kitchen was a similar issue. The stove wouldn't work properly and every time I'd breathe near it, I could feel the tax-man coming. There was no room for an oven or dishwasher, so I'd have to cook using the stove or a damaged microwave. The sink similarly seemed to clog up as often as possible.

I looked around my apartment and sighed. Not having anyone visit or call began to make me feel more and more miserable. The last person who seemed friendly enough ended up travelling to Russia and starting his own new life. I craved that- to start a new life.

If only it was so easy, you thought, I'd adore being able to ditch this shithole of a country and travel to... Argentina sounds nice, though I'd love to go to Spain.

Groaning as loud as humanly possible, I staggered into the bathroom, looking in the mirror at my scruffy reflection. My hair was still as long as it was last month as I decided against spending money to get it cut by a professional. The majority of the time, I could hardly see through my dark brown hair, but I eventually got used to it. My eyes were hazel to match.

"Today, my friend... Today, it's all going to change." I spoke roughly, not having had a drink since about mid-day yesterday. "I'm gonna get my life back!"