The only difficult one is you. You have problems.Those days hearts were far of each other but today they farther off. I was in the living room, with no doors, and I was deliberately thinking quietly because I already knew they’d make a fuss.
Sure enough, you created a controversy over what i wrote in my diary that my brother stole. It bothers you it bothers me. My happiness bothers you.Those days there were so much gold, rials , aquintances.
You’re the one who can go upstairs for your studies. Why should I? If you have work to do, you should go to your own bedroom, lock the door and do your work.
I shouldn’t be inconvenienced and convincedand neither should mom and dad.
That’s what you do, that’s how you function, you make trouble for everyone else over the slightest matter, when it’s you, you’re the one who is busy making a big stink about everything, when nobody cares…I have news for you, my fake friends, NOBODY CARES about your drama.
We’re all going to go on living our lives, ignoring your stupid drama.
So shout, argue, do whatever you wish to do, but just know it won’t get you anywhere with me.
