why are we here?
who made us
?
why is life so miserable?
I have been in Canada for less than 2 months,how ever I am going back tomorrow,a flight from Toronto to Lahore,
I really do miss Islamabad and I do miss my beloved father,
I feel depressed and my heart continues to sink,
I did not have fun in Canada but I still feel bad going back,
obsessive compulsive disorder is what my life is all about, I have been suffering from it for 5 years and 11 months,
as you know that I have to close switches and taps here and there and I know that when I go back to my own country,pakistan, I will have to do all that shit,
I might have to do stuff as my step father and grand parents house there in Lahore and trust me this obsessive compulsive disorder can be worst than hell and torture and I might have to do these bloody compulsions there and it really sucks,
I have been to the book shop many many times
I bought "why I am not a muslim"
by author Ibn Warraq and also
"restless" by novelist william boyd and also
"the disappearance of the universe"
by gary renard and some one gave me a present , the book
"the lanuage of god"
I do like indian music and I do miss the heart of Bangkok which I fell in love with some time ago,
I feel great misery in this world and you know that I am mentally ill and this illness does not seem to get cured no matter how hard I try,
I hear voices and have compulsions,
life is miserable and in my case its just impossible,
I just cant wait to be back in my nice room in Islamabad,pakistan and to decorate all those bloody books on the dammed shelf,
I really want to be back home in my lovely Islamabad and to go to school.
the bloody compulsions continue to bother me and I have had just about enough but after all Pakistan in my own country and I can always go to the book shops in Pakistan , I really do want to go and live in Islamabad, I miss it a lot and I want to dance on the music in Islamabad
I miss Islamabad so much that I was about to cry looking at pictures of Islamabad on google,
'
I do hope that this bloody mental illness of mine is cured , as you know about my obsessive compulsive disorder,and I do hear voices off and on , a few times a week,
I went to the indigo book shop at eaten center and it was nice,
I said good bye to my friend who I made at the book shop,
and atleast I got some books from this bloody trip,
please read my blog and leave comments,
I will be very happy when I am going to Islamabad on the bus from Lahore on Daewoo, I can not wait for this to happen.
bye,Danial Tanvir.
29th of July,2013
Toronto,Canada.
the planet earth.
who made us
?
why is life so miserable?
I have been in Canada for less than 2 months,how ever I am going back tomorrow,a flight from Toronto to Lahore,
I really do miss Islamabad and I do miss my beloved father,
I feel depressed and my heart continues to sink,
I did not have fun in Canada but I still feel bad going back,
obsessive compulsive disorder is what my life is all about, I have been suffering from it for 5 years and 11 months,
as you know that I have to close switches and taps here and there and I know that when I go back to my own country,pakistan, I will have to do all that shit,
I might have to do stuff as my step father and grand parents house there in Lahore and trust me this obsessive compulsive disorder can be worst than hell and torture and I might have to do these bloody compulsions there and it really sucks,
I have been to the book shop many many times
I bought "why I am not a muslim"
by author Ibn Warraq and also
"restless" by novelist william boyd and also
"the disappearance of the universe"
by gary renard and some one gave me a present , the book
"the lanuage of god"
I do like indian music and I do miss the heart of Bangkok which I fell in love with some time ago,
I feel great misery in this world and you know that I am mentally ill and this illness does not seem to get cured no matter how hard I try,
I hear voices and have compulsions,
life is miserable and in my case its just impossible,
I just cant wait to be back in my nice room in Islamabad,pakistan and to decorate all those bloody books on the dammed shelf,
I really want to be back home in my lovely Islamabad and to go to school.
the bloody compulsions continue to bother me and I have had just about enough but after all Pakistan in my own country and I can always go to the book shops in Pakistan , I really do want to go and live in Islamabad, I miss it a lot and I want to dance on the music in Islamabad
I miss Islamabad so much that I was about to cry looking at pictures of Islamabad on google,
'
I do hope that this bloody mental illness of mine is cured , as you know about my obsessive compulsive disorder,and I do hear voices off and on , a few times a week,
I went to the indigo book shop at eaten center and it was nice,
I said good bye to my friend who I made at the book shop,
and atleast I got some books from this bloody trip,
please read my blog and leave comments,
I will be very happy when I am going to Islamabad on the bus from Lahore on Daewoo, I can not wait for this to happen.
bye,Danial Tanvir.
29th of July,2013
Toronto,Canada.
the planet earth.