I looked at him. The hollow eyes of a hopeless case, with bruised, weary lids resting just beneath them… A body craving nicotine, a shiver that ran deep into his bones, and a silhouette growing thinner by the day. His clothes hung loosely off his frame, as if mirroring the emptiness within. He had a good heart. I once believed he would shine, rise, and illuminate everyone around him. But he was me... » Continue Reading
I usually use this place like a diary, but I haven't had the time to write for a week. So, here’s a quick rundown of everything that happened. I got back from the village a day after my last post , and as if everything wasn’t already messed up, the situation in the country got even worse. For those w » Continue Reading
I actually managed to sleep. Woke up at 6 AM. Yesterday, I somehow finished all the work in the fields— starving and sleep-deprived. Came back home and finally found something to eat. Then I crashed. And damn, that sleep hit different. Even though I kept waking up here » Continue Reading
5 AM. Still can’t sleep. Haven’t really slept in two days. No idea why, but even when I close my eyes, my brain just won’t shut up. And if that wasn’t bad enough, I’m starving too. Came to the village yesterday to help my grandma. Big mistake? Maybe. I’m losing my mind here. There’s literally no food. No money either. Just cigarettes and water. Great survival kit, huh? Oh, and the best part? Gotta... » Continue Reading