A narcoleptic, insecure, sad, cold. Eza, 19.

Saturday, July 25, 2015

I can feel I'm going back to the old days. I just can't bear with this again. I'm tired and numb. I'm tired feeling mad at myself, throwing tantrums, hurt myself and feels so small towards myself. This past years had gone and I'm still the same. It seems like I won't be hearing words that I've been craving all along, feeling comfortable in my own skin and won't feel self conscious in public. I'm just tired, tired and tired. I dah muak, I dah rimas, I dah penat. Penat sampai tak tak rasa apa. Penat sangat.

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