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Hi there . Actually I’m not that pathetic to keep updating for almost everyday . yes i'm pathetic . For some reasons , I do write if I get bored or if I was in troubles or pain , in me . Yet troubles didn’t came to me . I created em myself . Even if a twitpeep replied on my tweets , all of a sudden I would turn moody and trust me , I tried my best not to response in such filthy ways . 

I just don’t get it ,I have never tried to isolate myself . It’s just a minute thing in me that was not visible to the naked eye . I was all alone , and for a quite time , indeed , I had fancied that things were changed . People , surroundings , and social networks of course , I thought that me myself was being misplaced somewhere by someone . I felt that I have taken things easily enough, notwithstanding the sorrow and suffering that surrounded me on every side. Despite that , they’re still here even if I’m being ignorant . 

Yeah , I lived a dull and freak-so-called miserable life all by myself and I knew that . But in public , I can pretend that my life is a perpetual enjoyment , at least for me is it ? for god sake Alex , enough . entah apa aku merepek ni aku pun taktau . But seriously , I AM PATHETIC . I messed up my life . kbai -,-

p/s - There were wounded love, and wounded pride, and despair, and coming madness, all in that piteous cry.

* PMS ? noooooooooooo

* teringat Badar SHAMS – the only solution , back to the Quran J