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ينهار ازرق ! 
          The consequences of my own actions !

كدا الواحد ينكد على نفسه بضمير 

وبعدين 

          Oh, simple thing, where have you gone?
          I'm getting old, and I need something to rely on
          So, tell me when you're gonna let me in
          I'm getting tired, and I need somewhere to begin
          

I didn't want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that's really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you're so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

يقولون إن الأمل موجود .. لكنك لا تجرؤ علي الاعتراف بذلك .. وفي الوقت نفسه يبدو اليأس شيئا مبتذلاً مستهلكاً .. وتواصل ما تفعله الحيوانات دائماُ .. البقاء حياً
          

I often stood in front of the mirror alone, wondering how ugly a person could get.

I have faults enough, but they are not, I hope, of understanding. My temper I dare not vouch for. It is, I believe, too little yielding— certainly too little for the convenience of the world. I cannot forget the follies and vices of other so soon as I ought, nor their offenses against myself. My feelings are not puffed about with every attempt to move them. My temper would perhaps be called resentful. My good opinion once lost, is lost forever.
          
          -Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice

This episode is suffocating the heck out of me 

كأن الأيام دهاليز مظلمة يقودك الواحد منها إلى الآخر فتنقاد
          لا تنتظر شيئا ، تمضي وحيدا وببطء ، لا فرح لا حزن لا سخط لا دهشة أو انتباه
          ثم فجأة وعلى غير توقع تبصر ضوءا
          ثم تتساءل هل كان حلما أو وهما ، وتمشي في دهليزك من جديد ..