I am finishing the conversation book and reading-writing book of my French course tomorrow.
It’s now 8th October and I am still here. It bothers me.
I hate this city and its mean people.
I have some good friends here. But more than my good friends, I have some people in life, which I don’t know why they have been in life for a while. They have bothered me and broke m inside.
I want to be in my dream city.
Sometimes I think I should write down all my memories.
J’ai quelques étudiants que je leur enseigne mathématique.
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