Last Thursday in Berut.
And I know that cz my visa expires
on the Wednesday.
Haven't booked a ticket
feeling moody
not caring
not giving a single fuck.
Wanna stay
then I wanna go
then I don't wanna go to Cyprus
then I wanna go Dubai
then I'm rushing it
then I know I have to go anyway
then I'm not ready.
And so
I don't fuvking book my flight.
Halas.
Ain't nobody got time for this stress.
We're out at a bar
with the Hummozapiens
and they're asking me when I'm leaving
so we can arrange a goodbye barty.
I say arrange the barty
and I'll leave after that.
They love me
they're so caring.
They wanna see me good
weather I stay
whether I go.
So I book the flight later.
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