Idon't know what's happening to me; this place,,, this place is just so fill ofgood memories, this place and the road to it, this place and everything in it;I'm just so nostalgic this afternoon, I remember the maker faire, I rememberthe English conversation clubs and my bestie Riham, I remember so so much, Idon't want to ever feel alone in this place; but I do and I don't want to, Ilove to be with a company when I come to this place; this place specifically.
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The diary of the unstable
AléatoireI write here without thinking twice, I write here the scattered, the unknown to many,,,,, the unstable. I don't expect you to understand anything, I don't expect you to find it pleasant nor funny nor inspiring nor even beautiful. I didn't care to mo...
