I seriously don't know what to write. I just know that I have to.

Where do you go? When you really need to allow your pieces to fall apart - where do you go? And why should you assume you have to go to another person? Or  why assume you have to turn to a higher entity?
Or why decide that you have to carry the burden on your own?

I don't have answers right now. All I have are questions. That's all I have, right now.

Once there was a mean woman. She lived, breathed, slept mean. She ate, drank and snacked mean. She worked mean, played mean and rested mean. She smiled, frowned and cried mean. She looked at, looked down, looked away -mean. She typed mean, wrote mean and read mean. She cooked, cleaned and tidied mean.She befriended, defriended and alienated mean. She touched, kissed, hugged. Mean. She cared mean. She loved mean. She hated mean. Once there was a mean woman. Once.

Ok, no I’m sorry – that last post sounded like fake bs. Do over:

Love is not complicated. It’s very very simple. Beautifully simple. That’s what I wanted to say:) bas khalas begad:)

It's really really complicated, until it becomes really really simple. bas khalas:)

I have this nagging suspicion.
I have this nagging suspicion that I'm much more on my own. You know..much more بنى أدمة. بنور . بمشى وحاسة انى خفيفة - وثقيلة فى نفس الوقت . ثقل حلو - ثقل بنى ادمة:)