Its 22:24 Friday the 29th of August
Now I am at a wedding or a funeral. Or something similar, I am bored as fuck, & writing this on
my phone while, my brain is experiencing a death sentence, a slow death sentence.
It's 22:51 now. Here in Morocco we have. Something called " the art of torturing. I am so bored,
my teenage mind is not stimulated. Enough I am dying. Literally dying. All the unanswered
questions about the meaning of life, and death & shit.
23:33 Qur'an is on, so therefore it's getting closer. The dinner is getting ready to serve.
Oh, BTW it's. An engagement party. And the husband is ugly.
Everyone is talking to each other, and I am looking to my phone like a jerk.
Now I am at a wedding or a funeral. Or something similar, I am bored as fuck, & writing this on
my phone while, my brain is experiencing a death sentence, a slow death sentence.
It's 22:51 now. Here in Morocco we have. Something called " the art of torturing. I am so bored,
my teenage mind is not stimulated. Enough I am dying. Literally dying. All the unanswered
questions about the meaning of life, and death & shit.
23:33 Qur'an is on, so therefore it's getting closer. The dinner is getting ready to serve.
Oh, BTW it's. An engagement party. And the husband is ugly.
Everyone is talking to each other, and I am looking to my phone like a jerk.
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