 Fathir Fauzan. Sixteen. Fall out boy,All time low,The Maine,etc. i eat,drink,smoke,poop,pee,breathe and burp i don't really understand things that revolves around me god give me strength to go through my shitty life |
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Waiting for you to come back ,
Rubinah♥
hafiy(ejek)
Pyzah
Miranyet
Izatul
Sunarsih
Irah
Nadiah
Izza
Asmida
Syakir(Wacky friend)
Sabit
Azlan(Shared account)
Rio(Best friend)
Khadijah
Hidayah(Bully aku)
Fhyra
Izzy
Hayateeh(Bully aku)
Arfah
Erliana
Syafiqah(Bully aku)
Rina
Nysah
Alyaa
yAyAsTaR[ cousin ]
Syakirin
Rosma
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Thursday, October 22, 2009
Damn its been the most *!##@@!#(#) holiday ever..
You name it man..It sux..
Lpak wif Qamarul yesterday was AWESOME..Eventhough my shirt had two small holes due to those cigarettes that were flying..
Me and Qamarul kept singing and disturbing Hidayah but she was in a bad mood..Fierce siol..Muahaha..
Then today played chess wif my cuzz..Fun sia..Mcm da addicted..
And i did nothing much today coz i was nt being myself lately..
If i could make a wish,it will be..Err,can't tell..Heheh..
I feel like i wanna go jogging at nyte ard 11 pm..
Cnfrm best due to the cold breeze at ntye..
If i could master my mind and brain..
I hope dat it could get rid of those memories..
I wish i could be my own true self juz like when i was in sec 1/2..
Dat time i kept having fights and i was the kind of person who gets angry easily..
Bt nw change coz i donwanna have fights wif my loved ones..
I donwanna fight coz if i were to,i'm going to lose them..
Who am I to you?..
A friend,foe,bestfriend,lover or nobody..
And who are you to me?..
I can say dat we are still the same but due to some stuff it confuses me..
She bites her lip and tips her bottle,
I take a drink cause the truth is hard to swallow..
Her heart beats red wine,
My toxic valentine..
I'm not the type to forget or to bury my head.
Just take off your wings,
They could never get you quite as high as I did,
And you know it.
Labels: Please end this quick..I can't take it anymore..