I'm not having a nice time...actually I hate this part of year, about two last months of spring that life seems more disgusting than ever for me...every thing is awful & every single thing can be a good reason to go crazy or sad & every events remind me all bad memories of my life... in these meaningless & dark days, I find life emptier than ever...
These days everyone thinks about future that looks so much vague & foggy of country...& I optimistically think about a same thing that happened to Iraq, I find that somehow the only way to the end of all confusions & problems that I have now, perhaps I'm wrong & no one can really bring me the things I have in mind; Perhaps I'm going too far & like a child I have foolish wishes...