i have got homework to do.
why tell you, you ask? just sharing. what's stopping me from doing my homework? myself.
when you guys read my bloggie, dont you guys feel like, malas nak layan? all i ramble on and on abt is The Boy here. i dont even talk abt MBWOE in my personal diaries as much as this.
the other time, kak siti was like, "you have a boyfriend, right?"
i was like, "we broke up."
and then she was like, "aw man, come on, you deserve better than that."
do i? but i'm an immature brat. no other guys had put up with my childishness the way he had all these years. ugh, dammit dammit dammit. no no no. what the fuck, E'indah.
E'indah, or isit Nadhie? now you fear looking into mirrors, not because of what you'll see behind you, but because of what you'll see inside you.
uuuuggghhhh E'indah Nadhie Wrister!
no, Nur E'indah Nadhirah Bte Md E'esa. what is it tht you really want? where do you want to be? who do you want to be, and WHY? why? why why why, isit because of a boy? or because you want to?
Goddammit, girl. i dont even know which name to address you as. imma call you Douche from now on, until you find out who is it that you really want to be for the rest of your life. stupid Douche.
go do your homework now, Douche.
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