this was no chicken. this was evil manifest.

I cried "corn beef" in a demonic voice in front of people I'd just met. If that tells you anything about me...
Other than that, the name is Nabilah Johari who goes by her days embarrassing friends with her shameless antics.

Emooo.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007 9:53 PM

Thank you Zuhri for talking me out of being emo. Although I'm not sure whether you did that on purpose or not, but heck, thank you so much. We rarely, no, never talked alone before and it's quite nice to have had that pointless conversation we had. I once promised a secret promise to myself to never shed a tear, and seeing that tears in my eyes forming around the end of Sociology class confirms that I can never fulfill a promise even to myself.

~~Oh shit. I just remembered. Zuhri told me if it rains tonight he wants to see... my bum. And it did rain. That perv. Nu-uh I ain't gonna show em this piece of ugly meat.~~

However I had made a promise with a special friend and I'm proud to say that I fulfilled and I miss him. Where are you now~? Are you doing okay? You have no idea how many buckets of tears I cried when I realised that I kept it. Even now, at rare times, when I couldn't bare the thought that I yet again broke a promise the promise we made I used as an excuse that it was okay, and things will be fine.

I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry. I don't know why I'm saying this but I really do want to apologise to no one in general. Odd I am, I know. I hear that a lot. Pathetic aren't I?

Is it possible that any one could get depressed without any reason? No reason at all. Is that possible? Or am I just tired? Hah. How can I be tired when I sleep many hours and do less work than a baby? So tell me. Just tell me if I'm tired and not depressing over nothing. Everytime when I think of any probable explanation of my previous state, my eyes would get wet and insentience plummet to the mauve fabric.

Am I strange? If I am, tell me why. Tell me the why before his words would eat me up and break me down again.

He couldn't stop acting so childishly maddening and... and... plain inconsiderate, thoughtless and insensitive. He's like a very very dim light bulb that its light flickering and battling to keep alive. Pfft.

I don't wanna give a damn if this post offends you, man. But the many times your words pierced me through is as the many times I've forgiven you... hesitantly and after another round of your brusque talk I don't think I can forgive anymore and I'm tired of you. I'm sick because I'm tired of listening to you.

Your head is just too thick to even get a simple math equation straight into that thing you have that's called the brain. Tactless you are. Am I a simple puppet that you can easily state whatever the things that's passed your head and never expect anything back. You're living a dream there, that can never happen, not in this cruel cold world.

Jack Sparrow, I still worry for you except that the worry level had almost reached its peak. I'm very worried about you so much that thinking about you made it so hard for me not to... suddenly ~~glomp~~ comfort you. I hope you get better, since I know I don't bear the power to heal you.

Maybe I'm just depressed because of you. Why? Why are you like this? Give me a hint. The vaguest if you want to. Just one to quench my curiousity. I'm begging you.

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