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It's like a planet for girls. ملاحظة حلواتي " غير محلل أخذ التصوير" ﴿وَمَا تَوْفِيقِي إِلاَّ بِاللَّهِ عَلَيْهِ تَوَكَّلْتُ وَإِلَيْهِ أُنِيبُ﴾
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اليوم تعرفت على بنوتة بالأول أبتدائي أسمها جمانة تجنننن هلگدها لطييفة🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 كون اختي تصير
هاي الابتدائية مداومين الصبح ومن داومنا لگينا الرحلات تارسيها ترس ستيكرات لابوبو😭 هلگدهم فدوة
Despite my hatred of waiting, I am the person who most eagerly awaits a response, reassurance, a prayer answered, the end of the workday, test results, recovery, and meeting a loved one.
I belong to that category of people who go about their lives, immersed in their own lives, thoughts, world, and limited time that barely suffices to live out their dreams. This is the category that doesn't pay much attention to you, and if you don't suffer harm from them, I promise you never will. Therefore, I am utterly astonished by those who are preoccupied with someone else and with interpreting the lives of others that are neither their concern nor their business.
People need to come to terms with the reality of something called a lack of desire to talk. I don't mean a momentary lack of desire, but rather a complete absence of the urge to talk for a day or several days. This isn't due to depression or a desire to withdraw; it's as natural as a loss of appetite or a lack of desire to eat. You're not sad, you simply don't feel like talking .
