Bismillah. Percayalah kepada Allah dan Bertawakallah kau kepada-Nya.
Sunday, 29 August 2010
The house is completely finished. But I think my parents will buy something to furnish the hall. Let them do all the house work. My siblings are sooooooo mothereffing lazy lion. I did it. I do all the shifting and lifting the stuff inside the house. It was so tiring. But I knew I had loss a kilo of fats in my arse. And now… I just got injuries all over my body. My skin are so painful as if it is burned.
“sometimes I wish I could fix you, take away all of your pain and all of your pain and all of your hate and ignorance; and just give you blue skies in a pill bottle and tell you that is is okay to overdose. Would you be happy then?”
I am not sighing because of the HARDWORK that I’ve done. There is no appreciation there. no. no. I dont need any of it. In my mind… I think of a spa. Yeah. To rejuvenate myself again. Actually im tired.
“ I dare you to rip your heart out everyday and pretend that you dont feel a thing. I dare you to rip your heart out and let it bleed until it is dry and then I dare you to make it beat one more time”
I am weak. I am strong. I am fragile. Ignorance Is Bliss. I need hugs. I need excitement. I need you love. Let me breath in you. For a moment I can tell I got you. I love you. You have put a spell over me. Why do I fell in love with you. Can you just leave me without hurting me in too deep.
I smile for you. I laugh for you. You are my marijuana that I would addicted with.