You don't contact me as often.
You love somebody else now.
You cherish everything about him.
You confide in him.
You miss him.
He fills up your life.
You talk about him most of the time.
He makes you happy.
While I don't.
No matter how hard I try, There's always something that will trigger us to bicker.
Your msn and facebook is always about him.
I've seen through you. No point keeping it from me just to make me feel better.
Or maybe you don't love me anymore...
I'm just...
..SCREWED beyond words.
I'm DEMORALISED, DEPRESSED and HURT from all that's happening around me. I shouldn't be telling you all this. I'll hurt you. I'll just let this blog of mine be my punching bag from now on.
I'm sorry for everything.
"Ilaa hilaastu lil Firdausi ahla, walaa aqwaa ‘alaa Naaril Jahiimi. Allah, fahablii taubatan waghfir dzunuubii, fainnaka Ghafirun dzambil ‘adziimi"
29 January 1989.
Muhamad Syafiq Bin Ab Aziz.
Nanyang Polytechnic.
Biomedical Engineering.
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