Maybe you think it’s just doodling but everything tires me.I’m really beat.Friends have left me, no “p.m”s no sms no….
I wish someone remembered me.Loneliness’s too tiring to us.
Soon schools are open.Since we are categorized alphabetically, I’m seperated from my close friends. 
After entering the high school we have some new classmates but I wish I could open myself up to them.
Life is not pleasant in Iran.I never liked it.I have to leave my country, these unfriendly people and stay somewhere else for ever.I don’t know what has made me tick, but I know I wanted to leave here ever since I can recall.
Nonetheless I still love my nationality.I proud of myself because I’m IRANI(=iranian).
Maybe I have drunk a goblet or two of wine and all of these writings are nonsense, but I have held this sentence within my self for ever:
I have to leave. 
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