Desperate measures
I'm starting to think that I can't go on like this for much longer. If things don't improve by the end of the month, I''m considering moving back to Bahrain for a bit. I can't stand Bahrain... it would be fair to say I hate it, even... but I'm running out of things. Like energy, hope, the ability to carry on a conversation, laughter (who put a cap on laughter? I demand free unlimited laughter for all). And at least in Bahrain I have friends and family to keep an eye on me.
It stills feels like giving up though, and always will.
At least it's sunny.
Meh. I hate the sun.
"It'll take a miracle!"
"Luckily, he's only mostly dead."
It stills feels like giving up though, and always will.
At least it's sunny.
Meh. I hate the sun.
"It'll take a miracle!"
"Luckily, he's only mostly dead."
Why does it always Bahrain on me?
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