Young Love.

Truth hurts. Whereas a lie can be disproved, the truth persists. You can accept it, hide from it or be consumed by it.

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They say you should be happy when you're young. But nobody listens to a teenager. Nobody cares what you think. They may pretend to listen, but in the end, you're just wasting your breath. It's pointless to try and make sense. But no matter how much people want it to be true, love isn't forever. Love is work, understanding, compromise, and commitment. love is supposed to be nurtured or it dies. You see, what young love lacks in direction, it's made up for in strength.

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Those moments that I spent with you, those beautiful moments that I would never, ever forget.. those moments, as beautiful as they are, they're evil when they're gone.

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So I spent my day hanging with Alia, Haneez and Amira.

My body hurts. Amira hit me a few times. I'm fine.

We watched house bunny. I already watched it, but I watched it again since Alia already bought then tickets.



Nothing to blog about. Pfft.

Whispers in the dark.

I can’t sleep. I’m waking up, sleeping, and waking up again.

This isn’t much of a problem now since I don’t have any lessons anymore. My wretched mother still forces me to attend school, though.

I feel like screaming.

Tomorrow I have plans to head out to cineleisure and meet up with Alia and Haneez. I haven’t got the slightest clue to whether my mother would change her mind. There’s a high chance for that since I’ve been out for what, 3 days in a row? Ugh. I miss my computer. It’s been forever since I could use it. My father keeps hogging it. I can’t blame him, though; since it’s for his work.

I’m so desperate for a good run.

Beauty through broken glass.

I need someone to wake me up from this state of delusion I find myself living in. I can’t tell the difference anymore. I can’t.

I need something that would wake me up. Even for a while. Even for a fraction of a second. I need to tell so badly.

It’s like I’m an empty shell of a human being. Waiting for a miracle to occur.

I feel like I’m wasting my time; my life. I think I should be doing more, and yet I find myself not reinforcing my thoughts. . It’s not that I can’t, I just don’t know what to do anymore.

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You're so beautiful. It's like you're a princess that escaped from a fairytale that I've never heard of.
You're beautiful.
You're beautiful.
You're so beautiful you break my heart.

Bored.

I am currently waiting for my history exam to start.

Once again, nothing is going into my head. Adam is beside me, Rauf behind me, Raznil beside Rauf, and Shafiq at the far end somewhere. Sporting his new haircut. His.. moderate haircut. No offense intended. Not much anyway.

Whoa. It's been a while since i actually posted anything. I suck.

Anyway. I've been busy studying (believe it or not) so i've been deserting this blog. True, i don't post even when i'm not studying, but i just had the urge to post SOMETHING today.

I'm eating a bun in my room. Nothing better to do, I was trying to study but nothing went into my head.