13:11
13:11
that's my clock.
it's ticking.
but i don't feel alive.
i am sleepy.i want to sleep.
::a painful childhood memory::
hey yall, looking at the title of the entry i am sure u guys must have some thoughts in mind.. or perhaps, u guys have forgotten them all already. i'm just gonna share one of my painful childhood memories. *haha, macam banyak je~* there was once, a place called "home" lived by creatures called family... *gimik semata-mata there was a young girl, a teenage girl, aged around 14-16, she was a very neat person. her family was not as rich as the other fortunate girls, she shared her room with her two younger sisters. the sisters always messed up her room, and she was a person who could not live in a mess. one day, seeing the mess in her room, made by her sisters, she decided to clean them up. she threw away all the papers which in her eyes were unimportant. the next morning, she woke up as usual and prepared herself to go to school. usually, she was sent to school by his father. never crossed her mind that day, was going to be a painful day for her that she would remember till...
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