Siti Nurhanis
Sprinter
Hurdler
Cedarian
Victorian
i love you
Saturday, August 11
elle asked me to write about life. but i'm not in the mood. actually its half done. but nvm, I shall just post that another day.
loads of things may be bothering at this moment. but if i keep at it, everything will be fine.
***** i hope you'll get well soon. really hope you're ok. thanks for being there for me the other night. but i know you can't be there for me anymore. you have your own things and life to settle. your health. but really, thank you. i love you.
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and you,
it hurts me to see you in such a state. where life may seem meaningless.
it worries me to hear those words. to think that i used to say them before.
it troubles me whenever you say that you're not alright. making me feel helpless that i can't help.
i don't know. i don't know.
the reality of it all is harsh. to accept it is like having to swallow ammonia. every time you swallow, you won't be able to breath. you'll be gasping for air. till that moment when you'll just pass out. and when you wake up, you'll realise that there might not be an end to it.
let me. let me. let me.
let me swallow that ammonia for you. let me gasp for air for you. let me pass out for you. let me go through that moment of no ending. let me just go through the pain for you. i can't bear to see you in this state.
