Greetings, Atiqah's th name. Call me whatever you want, I don't give a shit^^ add 2 to 3, then to 4 and 5 and that's my age! Not older kay :/ I'm sorry honey, but forever is never.

Today was prosaic(ordinary). I woke up at 3.30pm. Heee. Lazed around or shall I say I 'lepak' around the house(the term mama always use esp for me). At 6.30, headed to Omah's house for buka. Then blablabla.

Okay, here's the real reason why I wanted to blog today. It's because I thought it was important for me to let out my feelings and pen down my thoughts. It sucks to think how I would have to explain myself when th time comes. I've been enduring th pain well not really physically but more of mentally for almost 2 freaking years. Perhaps you know how it feels like to feel left out, perhaps you don't. Well everybody has their problems, and all that matters is how you deal with it. I 'm done trying. I'm sick of thinking. I feel like giving up. I don't want to hold on to something that 's hurting me without me knowing. I don't know what to do. It's like I landed myself in a middle of a maze and I'm lost, only having myself to solve the way out.