Driss, my favorite cousin, has been dead for approximately 6 hours and I am hurt. My therapist says I should write out my feelings, nut when emotional I write in Arabic and i refuse to do so. So I chose an online journal. I wish I could live like Driss, I wish I could’ve understood his struggle, I wish i knew why he did it. No more living like a child i’m moving from under my mother roof as soon as possible, i’m going to finish my book as soon as possible, and I WILL be with a woman as SOON as possible.