Zeeyqa, Fourteen, Malaysian.
I'm not your Barbie doll. Weird and random. Lovestruk idiot. Broken and fragile. A big mess. Mayday Parade and Simple Plan. Alternative rock. Vampire Diaries and The Orignals, Damon Salvatore and Niklaus Mikaelson. I don't believe in forever. When I fall, I fall hard. Giving too much fucks is my problem. Bruises, cuts and scars. I don't let you see the good in me. I love and I hate. Trying to live life to the fullest. This is who I am. Infinite x's and o's.
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Friday, 3 February 2012 @ 23:07

I have this kind of feeling. This weird feeling that no one will understand unless they face the same shit as me. I feel so empty. Very empty. I am not happy, neither do sad. I feel... nothing. My mind is spinning. There is a lot of things in my head. But, I still can't feel anything. Emotionless, yeah, that's it.

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No, no, no. I'm not emotionless. I'm hurt inside. Really hurt. People can say anything what they want about me but they have no idea what I feel and face so fuck them. 
I'm broken. It's like someone keeps stabbing me even though my body is full with scars. Deep scars that take  millions and millions of years to heal. I don't know what's really hurting me. Either this or that or this or that. Too many this's and that's. 

I don't know what's going on anymore. I don't feel like knowing anything that happen in this small word we live in. Most of the things are just craps. I feel so empty. I feel like that barely anyone is going to be there for you. No one understands anymore and it seems like there's nothing to look forward to anymore.