It's the end of the year and the weather cold and bold, winter is charming and promising with fortunate end. Don't try to reach me and I won't try to reach you. It's 2nd of December and we're rolling around Riyadh streets, we went to jarir bookstore to buy a phone for my mom, then we stopped to drink some coffee in a local coffee shop. I'm afraid of being a bovine after a long period of taking risperdal, I was reading a few of its side effects and it's scared the hell out of me. Thursday 8th of December, I might go out, to have a little bit of fun. I love writing with these new collection of pens, they're useful and enjoyable! Unfortunately, I've had nothing left of my medication bromocripten or something like that. I feel like my poor writing bothers me, I have so much thoughts, and besides that, limited words. Blah! Saturday 10th of December, I'm in home taking time to read and enjoy a cup of coffee or hot chocolate, mornings are quite and peaceful. It's hard to make something of your own in this technology world and it doesn't mean I'm against technologies, but I'm with reducing our use time to certain devices for our own happiness. People get busy all the time on phones and I'm one of them, this is not a healthy attitude. Sunday, 11th of December, I went to hospital today, and I took my medicines from their. The responsible doctor on me from now and on is Faridah and I don't like her. I must be objective about my opinions because this is how I like my judgement sound to be, but we can't overlook some personal points or feelings. I feel good today, I put some coffee on oven, breathing slowly for a new hope. Wednesday 14th of December, I get up early, feeling lazy, I cleaned the dishes. I eat breakfast on 11:25 a.m. and dinner will be ready on 2:00 p.m. when my sister comes from school. Sunday, 25th of December, I'm questioning my self, why would a person stand between you and happiness. Why would he break your wings and burn you a life. They want to control you so much until they forget they don't own anything and they are the true losers in the end. The only sad thing in this life is to let go of happiness once you hold it in your hands. Every time I try to understand my feelings, I fail. Every time I try to love unconditionally, I can't. Feelings aren't for me to be grasp. I wish things will back again to its proper place, because we are trying to move to another apartment or villa soon. Hopefully, things will be considered from now and on. Monday, 26th of December, I had an appointment in hospital with my doctor, everything was alright, I told her I'm thinking about traveling to my dad in Jeddah and she gives me another appointment after month, in January this time. So, I will start taking 2ml of risperdal only until I stop eating it. If that black guy is reading my journals I'm telling ya, son of a bitch: you use your knowledge to fulfill an emotional need, and you said you're not an emotional person! This is my Christmas present from me to you, hope you die soon motherfucker. I will be happy once again and I will forget all the painful memories, I will be free as free as the wind. Friday, 30 of December, I will never let to small minded to ruin my life again, with their stupid behavior and overwhelming emotions that will lead definitely to brute actions, by feeding their useless uncontrollable anger. They think they're smart enough to take their rights by force but guess what; they will strangled them selfs sooner or later by their own hands. Tuesday, 31 of December, I should work hard on not making another bad decision, I have many wishes and hopes for the new year, and I hope things will be alright.

I don't have to feel this way, another year is gone without my case being solved, I'm not sure what I'm going to do, but I guess I will travel to my dad in Jeddah. I realized how small I am when I couldn't and I can't help people's of Aleppo and the whole Syrian territories. I have nothing to give them but praying, in praying for them, praying for no god, we're all praying for them and for our selfs as humans. Things are difficult not only for us, but to the whole world to come; you're meant for struggle.