i'm being punished for a crime i didn't do - edited

[edit :: okkayyy...this is Atiqah after two panadols and eight hours of straightening out her brain typing. sorriiie for the sore post. that was the product of having migrain all night but staying up anyways to keep Didie company while she studied for her trials because she was sick and i was worried, and then when i finally get to have some sleep i got a phonecall with a voice that talks in two octaves higher than what my ears are used to hearing, and then i can't stop crying and then i couldn't sleep so by the time i wrote that entry i only had like 3 hours of sleep...*deep breath*

crazyness justfified...?~ pretty pleaashe...?~ <33]



i came downstairs to check something on the netz. i look like a trainwreck and i feel like crap. my eyes are bloodshot from all the crying last night. i'm really, really, hurt. it's the kind of damage that can only be done by someone that knows how your brain works and how your heart beats all too well, so he knows all the right buttons to push and all the right words to say to completely crush your feelings.

i'm building the walls around me again, so people can't come too close and stab my heart like that.

i'm sorry my blog is depressing, okay. it's not just you, i hate it too.




...i am so morbid. i should change this blog's background to black or something.

kthanksbai.