Sunday 22 June, 2025

 

Dear Diary,

Hey, miss me? Of course you did—you’re literally a book with no choice.

So, how am I? Emotionally and mentally? Shockingly functional. I know, someone alert the media. But physically? Let’s just say my body and I are no longer on speaking terms. It's fine. We've had a good run.

Anyway, per Mother’s wise instructions to “not spend too much time alone in the dorms,” I packed up and relocated. Not that I was truly alone…my apartment mates exist. We share space, oxygen, and an unspoken agreement to ignore each other unless something’s on fire. They’d help if I asked. I’d help if I they asked . Very balanced.

Except Mandy. Mandy is what happens when passive aggression gets a human form.

Yes, I made a truce with her. No, I still wouldn’t lend her a pen if her life depended on it. Comment if you want the messy details.

I escaped to my aunt’s place in our charming third-world town. She's lovely. Warm, kind, endlessly hospitable. Her AC, however is a demon.It blows air like it’s coughing out its last breath and I now sleep in what feels like Dante’s inferno.

Anyway, that’s the update. Still alive. Slightly crispy.


Warm regards (literally),

Me ☀️🫠







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