Day. 1:  

I got fired from my last job. I haven’t told anybody, yet. I’ve had planned a vacation for a longer while now, but this time it’s not really a vacation. Well, it never is. It’s another attempt at life. To keep this short let’s just say that I got hired as a marketing manager of some sorts.  

I do like marketing, and working… well, I like doing what I’m passionate about. Not too sure about working for others’ but got to put bread on the table until I get my shit together. 

As I write this, I’m still sitting in Turkey’s airport, waiting for 9 hours and 52 minutes to be precise, for my next flight to Malta. Apparently, there’s a heatwave of 34 degrees at Malta right now. But I’m not too worried, I’ve already experienced the misery of a humid and extremely hot climate back last year in Thailand. Fuck Thailand, tho. 

Just before my flight my bank card got frozen again and this results me entering Malta with bare pockets. It’s going to be a difficult first month, but I’ve been through worse and I haven’t been eating properly for so long now that my body must be used to this by now. Besides, what doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger, right? 

I’m going to be a motherfucking strongman if I keep fucking my life up like this.   

Day. 2: 

Burnt my skin bad. Fuck me for being too much of a cheapskate to buy sun scream. I still am. 

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