No thanks to those jack-asses in my environment as well as the crabs lurking in our place, I am proud to tell the whole fuckin' world that I'm still a hostage against my own will at a place that I don't even want to call my own as soon as possible and am supposedly eager to leave.
In fact, this is hindering me from moving on at a personal level. Bullcrap!
And the drama continues…
When will this misery end? I'm already tired of taking bitter pills, that I myself have become bitter and condescending now.
I hope God sends out a Signal Number 5 typhoon in this God-forsaken country so time will move faster, my way, and so that these wretched people will die!