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a Sunday that does not derogate from the rule of fadda!


yes, I wonder, why every Sunday are the same? ! Ah Sundays! Today like every Sunday I got up a little later than usual, I took my breakfast while reading lapresse, the newspaper always tells the same crap, as this newspaper all goes well in the best worlds, but hey I read it anyway, the effect of routine! after I laminated lapresse magazine, I read my horoscope, which has not changed for weeks, I read the bok bok lotfi ben sassi almost always comes out the same valves. Every Sunday I know that AC is useless to read this newspaper but I do it anyway! I read also jobs that should also be renamed: job in a call center! my breakfast and read my informative hyper completed, I returned to my room, I studied a bit, after place the couscous with the family around the table! oh yeah the couscous is eaten it all together like that, you can not eat it standing in the kitchen! after I took a shower, I went for a blow dry and I ran into the same faces in the lounge. and the parade of women who return to the hammam never tire of telling their problems to the hairdresser who is delighted, since by definition, hairdressers love the gossip! trick of Hajjem! and here I am about to write the post and I turned off the radio because I'm allergic to football, which also characterizes this Sunday. after the umpteenth break, I'll try to study a little and the night fell, I materai a movie and I will sleep without completing it! it's like this every Sunday! and yet I love every Sunday with his lot and kobbi luck! I feel that all Tunisians live this day at the same pace! I have reason in your opinion? !

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November Rain

MY blog is it simply a blog? ca a blog does not mean anything, it must be mine, I who am so possesions. These days I feel nothing for me ke in the true sense. This October is finally finished, it was terrible for me, I feel like I grew up too bcp too grew up within a month. beuacoup too much change, too much disappointment. be disappointed by his family, and his parents in particular is just terrible, e I can not find any other adjective to describe what I feel. It's been a long time that I try to write this text, but I'm afraid to find myself facing the reality that I have ceased to dodge for a little over a month. nothing belongs to me as before, there are two SEAIN when I found my room after a long separation I had tears in eyes, and not only, I cried, I was homesick, I felt torn about what I loved most in the world, my parents, my house, my room, I felt uprooted, I have the impression that everybody was dropped little by little. Yesterday when I got home, I felt more at home. is this a ressite? I just be able to forget my roots, my marks, or is it a failure? this is self defense? yes I think that must be it, you leave a place, people with which you're so attached that you end up forgetting them to not feel pain, never to be wrong. I impreesion that this text does not look like nothing, it is incoherent, but he looks like me. I do not know where I am. when I was little, I was so attached to my mother that I cried every day because she was leaving for work this month and I became able to spend two weeks without seeing the file, without touching, without embrace it and do what I missed too. I'm a monster? or is that just me grow? no it is nothing of all this is just a reaction, a reaction almost juvenile in my eyes, yes I still reasons like that, I tell myself that if things do not mind not seeing me for a long time AC should not disturb me, otherwise it would be perceived as weakness on my part, and the weakness is that I hate above all else. during This month I felt alone, I feel that my mother does not love me as much as before, and as for my father, I was certain that I do not count those eyes, well almost not. not a delirious teenage, but the relalité. a reality that I have long pretended to ignore. child he does not realize that I existed, too busy with his work as a teenager, I spent my time arguing with him and at the same time trying to make me interesting, important to these eyes, I wanted that he realize that I exist and that by all means, but in vain! This now and I'm sure he never does s'iteressera me, I'm his daughter invisible. brief this month This now completed, November will be slightly better!