I miss writing in Farsi. I need Persian font but I am not going to install windows on my Mac.
It's been a week that everything seems so damn nostalgic. I do not know why I find this feeling so weird.
I hated when there is possibilities.
Possibilities to see,
Possibilities to see the things,
Possibilities to see the things form different aspect,
Possibilities of being happy and being sad at same time,
Possibilities of headphone on my ear when other is talking.
I hate headphone;
But, sometimes I like isolation.
I hate when I do not understand,
I hate when there is you and there is me.
I hate when I feel so week and vulnerable.
I hate when there is justification for everything.
But, I am not someone with whole hatred sense inside.

this post is never gonna get published.
Am I publishing a post here ?
I catch a cold but it is not the reason.
I feel I miss an asshole, not you, you are not the asshole.
and it is really hurt when you are not replying my email, not you, I mean the asshole.
I am in a "the song to say goodbye" mood, which is better than the strawberry field mood.
that is it, that is all about writing personal shit.
do not read this post, I am not publishing it.