Hy Tess. I don’t think I’ll get up today when though one part of me really really wants to go to library. There’s a ton of small work left over the past weeks and today’s unexpected holiday from job is an ideal way to complete that. Or the other side laying on my bed right now says, just keep sleeping. Use 9gag for hours today, again. Order food from outside, it’s been a month. Have fun today. Idk which one will win. I think I may order from outside, and use 9gag and stuff until the food arrives, then after eating breakfast, go to library. Middle way, y’know.
I’ve again started investing in crypto. I wish I had money earlier when the BTC was at slumps. 20ish. Now it’s above 25 and between that to 30, it’s always a risk, let’s you invest and the rate does not touch 30. Then your money is gone for an year or two, until another pump. For the same reason, I have started taking Alt coins as well. They generally perform well when the BTC is faltering. Let’s see.
And well…. This is it I guess. I hope some kind of restaurant is open to deliver. Vrna aksr muslmano ka ka Islam sal me aek hi bar apne sath logon ko b bhooka rkh k zinda hota he.
Bbye Tess.
817pm.
I got a load off my chest my writing that poem! It’s .. all good now. Someday I may copypasta that one in you too. Better. Well. All is well now. I just talked home. Everyone’s good there. I am alright and that is something considering how previously, rough and off days like this used to suck me into crazy fits. That poem like sucked all of the negativity.
Mun me pain he Yar. For a month or so, I can’t even eat properly y’know, and that hurts. NUST medical center guys are saying they can do root canals after Eid. So, I’m just going to have to live with this pain for another month. Agr me ameer hota to private ilaj krva leta.
And just to add context, I write these harsh and sometimes even gross or cringe details because, I live them. Minutes and hours of my life pass living that shit, embodying the cringe or hating the moments of memories and nostalgia. So, if the only return damage I can do is to write an account of everything that happens to a young adult who’s had the miraculous opportunity to be in NUST, in GCCK, have a breakup, be student of a socialist party, so be it. I’ll keep documenting my minutes and hours ta k kl ko snd rhe or bvkt-e-zroort mere ya ksi or chutiye k kam aye. Bye.
Let them eat the cake! yes, delicious!
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