Aria, Mehrab, and I went on a few-day trip, talking about the greatness of ARZOLLAH, while Aria was drying LACHAKESHO with a tissue. We eventually came back, and these pictures were captured.
My life will never be the same again.
I'll never be the person I used to be.
I'll never laugh from the bottom of my heart again.
The stress never truly goes away.
Not until the IR falls.
Today I went out with NINIAK. We used buying books as an excuse, but we ended up buying JOORAB instead! It was a great day, although the weather was really hot.
Sometimes I wish I were the kind of person who cries over every little or big problem and has people there to comfort them. But unfortunately, the circumstances I grew up in turned me into someone who seems rational and emotionally detached.