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Saturday, 9 March 2013 @ 23:17
Mental breakdown lagi.
I need a therapist.
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Friday, 8 March 2013 @ 09:53
One night I caught myself staring at my phone wallpaper and longing for security in the heart and mind. Two pair of eyes stared back at me and I suddenly felt a rush. I missed them. I missed both of them. And it was too late to call or text them. Since I don't have this routine of calling them every weekend or three times a week, I imagined texting them out of the blue, and them going all weird and worried. So I just stared at the picture of my parents and my head recalled things. A lot of things. Our angry moments, our cold fights, our laughter and good times... Slowly, I remembered that by the end of the day, despite my severe stubbornness, despite my rebellious-self, when we depart at that very petrol station where I would hop onto a bus, they always kiss my cheeks thrice, hug me tightly and say that they love me no matter what.
There was this one time I got so afraid of losing you, and there you were, right in front of me, smiling and said, "Oh! Hi. I was just thinking about you." It was during a hot evening in February 2012 where I was walking home, thinking about you, and you were walking home, thinking about me.
taknak present worldlit
taknak taknak taknak
!!!
nak telan pil banyak2
jadinya tak payah ngadap muka quayum
takyah ngadap muka budak-budak pandai kelas aku
takyah present
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