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TIQ.
I don't describe myself.
Sunday, January 11, 2009
you set my soul alight.


I feel like going naked and squeezing myself in my washing machine and let it run full and let it wash and soap me till I'm clean. Let it toss and turn me and wash away all the memories I have embedded in me. I feel like I want to forget everything that has happened. Forget everyone and move on and be happy alone. I feel like i need to do everything, everything I wasn't able to do the last time. Like, for once, go to a rock concert. Or start dancing again. Like for once, i want to do something crazy. Like, lighting up a ciggie and just smoke for one whole day without getting addicted. Like just not caring for a while. Im so so so so so so messed up. And I started it. But on another side, I am loving it.


But I guess, Im so used to caring.



you, don't rush.
you, i don't know.

PROJECTS. FYP.OMGOMGOMGOMGOMGOMG!!!!
I HAVE ONE WEEK LEFT.
TILL SUBMISSION.
OMGOMGOMOMG!

Meeting Fahmi tommorrow.
I need my cousin. now.