I woke up at 4, went to the roof and smoked three cigarettes and just stared at the sky, i even took a picture:
I looked at the sky and i think am i the person i seem to be? I know i say i love my life but i feel really messed up and I feel like i'm about to get a mental break down. I know i say i'm okay but i'm not and i want the people in my life to know i'm lying, I want someone who sees me for who i truly am.
I'm not a smoker, I always told myself that i'd never be that person. I don't like it, who i've become:
-always mad
-always not in the mood
-always lifeless
-always careless
-always tired
-always craving it
-always mad at people that have nothing to do with what i'm going through.
and the list goes on and on..
I went back into my room, changed and put my favorite perfume on.
I got into the car and the new girl farah bbm'd me
farah: wanich?
yasmeen: just left the house
farah: 3adee itmureeni?
yasmeen: sure, send me your address and i'll be there in 5.
farah: yarmouk, block 5, street 56, house number 7890
yasmeen: yarmouk, i live in here!
farah: wanasa!
Then i tweeted: wanasa, me and @farahalx live in the same area, i'm outside.
She quoted tweeted it and wrote okay.
She came in the car.
"hi gorgeous" she said
"ma7ad gorgeous '3arch ha ishsalfitch?" i said
"my car 5arbana o malee khulg an6er" she explained.
"okay, with my story feech rou7a starbucks? please." she asked
What i like about her ina ma teste7y not in a bad way, like chna we've known each other for a long time.
"malee khulg bes yalla 3alashanch" i said trying to act excited.
"no offence yasmeen but you smell like cigarettes, you smoke?" she asked.
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