Mansoura
Okay, like seriously, I miss home!
TOO MUCH! The closest I could get to it is looking at my car plates.
I want to go back there, lie down on my stinking, dusty bed, stare at the ceiling and just think of.. nothing - knowing nothing in my entire universe can bug me. (I can even lock myself in, not even my family can interrupt.)
Hanet, kolaha kam yom.
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- jun 21st, '08 / 6pm
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;), take care bro