3 June 2016

It's ironic again, you see, how the person you hold dearest can break your heart into pieces. Watch any sad movies, have a fight with your boyfriend, bicker with friends; those tears will never be the same like the ones that your dearest one cause. In fact, I've never cried because of a fight with the boyfriend, and the last movie that I cried over was  "I Am Sam" which is about a down-syndrome father who is fighting for the custody of his child. Thank you for giving me a new record of crying and sobbing uncontrollably because I simply can't remember the last time I was in that state. And thank you for giving me a short scene of looking out the windows of the train with tears streaming down the face and only the sunlight to dry the glistening tears. Aahhh such a drama scene. This might be a new start of rebellion, a new beginning of alteration. And suddenly the stupid Pink song blabbing on going back to the happy times and whatnot blaring through the speakers. Thank you, thank you. I knew it was too good to be true. Let's fast forward to the big escape in three years time. I'll hold on to that for the time being. InsyaAllah. Amiinn.
Oh and if I'm dead and you somehow found this little blog of mine, you'll know that the posts here are mostly about you. Thank you.