Written in a blog is really a strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I’ve never written anything before, but also because it seems to me later that neither I nor anyone else is interested in the my bad english. Oh well, it does not matter. I feel like writing, and I have an even greater need to get all sorts of things on my chest.

“wrote more patience than men.” I thought about saying that on one of those days where I felt a little depressed and was sitting at home with my chin in my hands, bored and listless, wondering whether to stay or out. I finally stayed where I was, brooding. Yes, writing is no longer patience, and since I am not planning to let anyone read this stiff-backed notebook grandma called a “newspaper“, unless I should never find a true friend, he will probably not a little difference.

To reinforce the image of this long-awaited friend in my imagination, I do not want to write the facts in this blog the way most people do, but I want the blog to my friend and I will call this friend Arezt . In the absence of a include a word of my stories Arezt if I had to dive right, I must provide a brief overview of my life, just as I do not do so.

***Pic is taken from here

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