It's that time again. Where Father leaves to a 40 day holy conquest. Which made me somehow searched for "Doomsday" in Wiki. I read and imagined. Mahdi and Jesus would be the most badass looking guys ever, battling against Dajjal and his minions. Gabriel would be Awesome if he shows up.
*sigh*
I know it's wrong. Or is it? Yes it is. I always want Allah to show me. Show me anything. I believe but sometimes it gets hard. Just one. Anything. Show me. Sometimes I even wonder something as fucked up as "What if I'm in the wrong religion all this while?" This kind of thing just makes me sigh cause pondering it would just be inconsequential. All I can do is just believe. In something that has not been shown to me. Yes, I know everything in existence is according to Him. But I want something specific for me. Well, I'll know when I'll die then. Or when the world's ending. Whichever comes first.
Moving on to something less depressing. Perfection at Dome. No, Dome is still shit. It's just a cafe without anything peculiar or momentous but dares to charge like it is. She decided to work there. And she likes it. She's having fun, gets paid (not as much as I did though), and getting hit on like she's single. I'm so proud of her. Yes I like people to make a move on my fiance because at the end of the day, it's me. Just me. Frolicking by boasting. Oh only I can do that.
Somewhat related note: Immature and unnecessary jealousy. My forehead is sore after meeting with my palm relentlessly. Easiest solution; erase the existence of the source. Since doing it literally would be murder, it would just involve meddling with the brain. Fingers cross that she has not become emotionally attached by that repulsive thing called "friendship" or she might get hurt.
I'm done. That was fast? Yes. So? Shoo. Get off my lawn.
I'm done.
Afan.
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