last day of the year twenty-twenty, its not much, and honestly i don't care, only respite being, uhh, i'm probably stepping off from the one local friend, he didn't live up to the bargain, deal, whatever, i helped him get his car legal, he didn't help me practice driving much. Sucky investment on my part, well, you can't win it all. And i bought a motor-bike, that promptly got broken down, sitting at his house, i'll have to go get it fixed myself. this guy, he just wants to drink coffee, smoke cigs, walk around with his dog, it bores me. maybe most people don't understand why i don't get out much, but the world is boring this year, i mean, i could just go around without a mask, live semi-normally, even though that's not all of it, it is feverishly cold, for me atleast, here on the sea, the wind howls, evil clouds spit up freezing rain, shit shit shit! rumbling stomach, gurgling intestines of an idiotic sky god. three more months, three more degrees, will be at 21 Celsius by then, oh yipee! at most i'm finishing this damn paper, final project to get a useless degree, but that's not the point, after its done, i'll be relatively free to make more websites, and play around with javascript, and maybe even write a short story, translate and publish the albanian poetry, oh, another year, another imagined story, something sort of real, but not, that's what life has come to, and should i be grateful? to end this with a cocteau twins line: I have my friends, my family I have myself I still have me on that subject, my bio-dad called me yesterday, that was very nice of him. And tonight, I will not celebrate. I'm on strike!
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