the more i think about it, the more i'm afraid to lose you. why am i killing myself with so much negative thoughts. such a sad life.

well, it was a mixture of jealousy, anger, hurt, insecurity & so much more. I could have even start worldwarIII with that fake dumb bitch.

the radio played Whip My Hair by Willow Smith. It reminded me of 2010. Sigh. Good old times. (L)

sleep. I am mentally, physically & emotionally exhausted, hurt, you name it. Someone please save me from this fucking misery. Good morning.

swolleneyes, blockednose, sorethroat, wet pillows, so much tears wasted. I hope you're fucking happy dude.

what ever happened to us? Sigh.

on my way to madrasah. After almost 2 months plus, im going to madrasah again. What a sad life.

treat people nicely. Even the people you h8. Nobody likes being treated by a douchebag.

what's my problem? Hm... Everything & everyone? Oh well.

so jkweafjkefna.