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Sunday’s walk in the nearby town was somehow lonely for me—I mean, it was lonely actually. I was able to see a barbey last Sunday because my schedule was a bit loose at that time. It actually started on Saturday, but I took much rest on that day. Going back to Sunday, my friend called me and invited me to have a walk on that day, so I quickly finished my game and rapidly changed my clothes as I wanted to get outside after an exhausting week had passed. After I changed my clothes, I immediately called for transport and even chose to ride a tricycle even though the hike was high in the meantime. After all, after we saw a barber and got our haircut, my friend’stummy called for a home as he was being attacked by his acid. I have no choice at that time, so I get him a vehicle to ride way home. After all, I was alone again and chose what will go to be my next move. I just stared at the corner for a while.
The past week was really tiring and stressful for me. I faced 11 activities on Monday, which was the day I became stressed a lot—up until it became three on Friday. Taking noted that all of these activities are hard for me. From composing a song, publishing it while I need to update my members for research, singing in the bathroom because my sisters are noisy, to the final day, Friday, which I cried a lot because of anxiety that being happened simultaneously with my tasks. In my college life, it was one of the most stressful weeks I have overcome—at least the word ‘overcome’ is there; I at least passed my tasks. I just also want to mention the nights I have experienced that week; there are no nights that I didn’t cry. The problems I needed to conquer at our home, school tasks, problematic environment, and anxiety caused by these were the reason. I am just soft at things. Please, bear with me. I haven’t overcome my fear of being alone, so please bear with me.
At the end of my trip from the town, I managed the things I bought for my family and me. I bought my favorite bread from the bake store in town. I bought a pencil case for my little sister, and it makes her very happy. Seeing her smile was so priceless even they grew up having a serious attitude because I invariably prohibit their wrongdoings—after all, I made her happy and proud—which made me even prouder for myself was the time she called her friends to show it and show how proud she is for having it. Small things make me cry, to be honest. I didn’t talk about it with anybody, but I keep it every time I see it. My day was ended full of thought yet mixed emotions.
The context of this article was actually nonsense. It’s just I haven’t somebody to talk with right now. I have friends, but they’re also busy battling with their own problems, so I think of not adding their problems. We are all busy doing our activities and handling our own problems. I also took a rest from the social media I used, which are Facebook and its messenger, because of how toxic the environment it has—I can't cope with it, and so even the chats of my friends became stressful for me—so I took a rest from it. I just shared it with people here who are fond of reading stories on this site. To be honest, my mind and feelings became calm while writing this story. Twitter wasn’t enough for me as it has limited characters only while here, I can freely express myself and have never experienced being judged by someone—so thank you. I will end this article by now, but I just want to appreciate every person who is struggling with something or someone right now. I really feel you. So, for the person who is battling their silent battles right now, this is a hug for you—a letter for myself. Thank you for listening to me.