"أنا كارثة متنقلة علي رجلين، أنا الفتاة التي تمارس الهروب الدائم، كارهة القيود و الظلم كتلة التناقضات، سطر ابيض و سطر اسود، حتي ينتهي الدفتر." اسرار صغيرة
I am a walking disaster. A girl who escapes and runs away constantly, despises the restrictions and injustice, a mass of contradictions. A white line and a black line, until the book ends. "Little secrets"
What’s up with my dreams?
At first it was me going and jumping to different places, with different people doing different things. Which is normal it’s a dream.
But lately, I’ve been dreaming of other people like as if I’m watching them on a 3D kind of show. I could feel that girl’s fear, her worries, the way she’s trying to be quiet. But she’s not me, like there isn’t anything that would make her me.