Day EightyFive

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.