After deleting my draft several times and rewriting, i have found nothing to write. i don’t want to write something specific yet i don’t want to write everything like it is a rant. Amongst the pile of new notes and readings that are not going to punch holes on itself and march to my folders, school every other day and a new job that is oddly satisfying despite the fact that i have to clean toilets in case of “emergencies”, i find some sort of peace. I like my planner to be filled to the brim and my days end with me passing out in 2 seconds instead of the usual 10 seconds. 

Nevertheless, i miss my friends all over the world especially pabs whom for the past few times, we only start(&end) our conversations with “hey ady, you there?” or “Hallo! Pbs, tell me you are there?”. On the bright side, my post cards have reached some people. great.