just talked with muzzy, he knew it was me after looking at my pictures in Fb thanks to my signature red and black hoodie. and then he said, after shuffling the letters in Nadhie he got E'indah. that's how he knew.
so anyway, just returned home from school. had reached class early and made myself cosy in my little corner of the classroom, had gotten lazy to tie my hair properly.
today wasn't so great. (then again my life these days has been pretty much screwed up) i couldnt be bothered to entertain anyone today, not even teachers. no strength, no mood, no energy and whatever else in between.
getting pissed off at the slightest things. sigh. i suck so bad that God doesn't even think i deserve to be put out of this misery via permanent sleep.
hate everyone. trust no one. love one. yourself.
mom thinks i'm not right in the head. i can't be, cause if i am, i wouldn't even admit it. of course i'm right in the head. i am. it's the whole world that's crazy.
pain comes in a package. it's a box wrapped with nice paper and a big fat ribbon, and inside it there's everything you need, to feel the most out of pain.
a little memory of Muzzy:
more than a year ago. he was referring to the Wrister girl.
......it's so damn unfair.
i loved him so much, yet he repaid me with all the pain there is he could give. three times! he's left me three times.
fuck it lah, shall write more of this in my diary.
referring to The Boy btw, not muzzy malek. obviously. sorry if my topic-jumping has been too abrupt lately.
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