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Monday, September 21, 2009

feeling EMO
Sometime I feel it sucks being me…this hari raya hasn’t been very fun at all. Been emo for like 2 days now. One because it is confirmed that my re-married to a bitch. When I felt saw her I though she was someone’s maid. Well my dad has always wanted someone who would listen to his every word and bow down to him. I guess a maid would also do than. Second was when I told my mom that I wanted to go out and visit my friends. She gave me her pissed off look. HEY! At least I asked! You don even know what does on with Nazimah. I don bring home a different guy like her okay! I love Hafiz and I want to be with him. But sometimes times like this makes me feel that he deserves so much better than this. No guy deserves to go though what he goes though. Our relationship hasn’t been easy. But Hafiz has kept his cool and I’m afraid. I’m afraid of when he cant keep him cool any more and if he gets bored of me because of what’s happening. I don’t know. I feel so lost. I love him; I want the best for him. I don want to fight any more. I’m tired both psychically and mentally tired. It hurts when I look at his pictures; it hurts even more when I speak to him on the phone. I hurts cause I don’t want to loose him but I feel like I am. Maybe its just me……………this song best suits my emo feeling now...

~ { 5:54 AM }
reflections of you and me;