اولین و شایدم آخریش
It’s one of those nights now, I’ve been meaning to make this weblog to put my dairies _ my only place to be absolutely myself_ there, but all the things went wrong so I’m back to myself again! It’s the 100000 time It’s proven to me that the only only one left at the end is me and me! But I can’t figure myself out , the way I search for a familiar eye between all those faces, the way I seek for different people appreciating me as a different person _ heh how funny!_ among all this I haven’t found my own self yet and I’m getting lost each second more than the other. I don’t want to admit my only reason of feeling this remorse may be that arrogant boy …. And this is funny again…. I need so many ears to hear so many eyes to watch so many meaningful books and films to give my life a meaning, god! What should I do? I hate myself when I think of konkoor’s rotbe when I want to be “ takraqami” I’ve been asking u to keep me safe from the possible consequences of what those others I hate call success………. I know u’ll help
Btw: I find writing with pen more appealing so this may be the last time I’m writing here