Today is raining and becuase of autumn the street is very beatiful ,I am looking the people go over leaves.But don't mislead I feel good but not about life.The sky is ashy and fogbound,it's my favorite weather.When I think that water sources are very little for us I pary for rain.Thanks god.But I want to send me somthing like rain from sky that help to find why I am so unfortunate of life.I am trying to find some way to end this unfortunately.

I want to write that I don't happy of living.I want to say hopefully is a dead lie.However no matter, I have to live now till I die.God,say somthing.Hey people of world how you can live relax with low stress,but in my country everything is created to torment us? My word is austere.I live with the little hope and it's the future that never come,it's the god that may help us and other lies. I will write why I think so.I will say what I have seen and what made and make me a broken.