So, only a few days left before the flight, and everything has completely fallen apart. The job offer provided by the agency is 100% fake (I have to say, usuf had nothing to do with it, but the local agency insisted that students went to this employer last year). They started looking for a new job for me, but they won't find anything; I'll squeeze 200 bucks out of them tomorrow. Anyway, I'm going to America without a job, without housing, and my mental state is like I've been hit with a sledgehammer. I'm sitting here looking for a hostel (if I had known this would happen, I would have booked earlier). So, the blog title is starting to justify itself... But in the end, it won't!

In short: I'm furious, ready to punch through a wall with my bare hands, and I just want to strangle these people. I'll push forward—it's good I dug everything up here, otherwise it would have been worse in NY. I've almost finished everything at the university—I'm going to America, one way or another.

Oh well, we'll survive!

While writing this post, I found out that a terrorist attack happened in my city a couple of hours ago. Not fun at all.