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Nurhidayah ♥ This is my blog. I would type whatever I want here. No one's gonna stop me from doing it. Even if it kills me to blog about what I feel, I will. 'Cause this is the only place where I can get rid of my fake smiles. Don't like it, get lost. I didn't invite you here. You came on your own accord.
I miss you.


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first ♥ is my biography,
second ♥ is my blog,
third ♥ is my tagboard,
fourth ♥ is my links,

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♥Thursday, November 25, 2010♥

FUCKED UP DAY.

Title says it all. Gosh, it really is a fucked up day. I hate today. And it's raining. As if the clouds know how I am feeling. I feel so weird. I tried to cover up my sadness. But I just can't take it anymore. I feel so lonely. For some reasons I do not know why. I don't know why I don't want to reply messages. I want to be alone. All I can say is that I hate today. Haish. I hope tomorrow will be better.

When I roamed about alone just now, I started thinking, " So this is how a lonely person feels ". Seriously. He messaged me with late replies and I feel so fucked up. I felt lonely, yet no one was there. I feel so small. I think if I were to have cried while walking, no one would ever notice. So at last, I broke down.

What if one day, someone called you up and say that I have met with an accident? Would you then care? Or would you just pretend to care? And when I'm fine, will you still care for me? I can't hold back my tears anymore. It has been awhile since I last cried. I don't cry to seek attention. I cry to release the pain I feel inside.

I don't wish to continue.

♥ i will be there for you through it all,
@ 11/25/2010 05:08:00 PM