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broken barbie

- speak up or shuddup! -

spammers, F*CK OFF!
- sunshines! -

Adah Albania Alynn Aishah Ct Riah Fianna Fyqah Kak Sida Lina Maizatul Md Farhi Mia Mimie Nana Nasir Norfasarie Nurul Aini Rima Melati Shameen Shazila Sheila Suriani Syazana Md Redzwan


Somehow or rather, i dun wish to remember all those painful memories. As for the sweetest ones tat i had, it will be locked in my heart and mind, FOREVA.
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● ZE BROKEN BARBIE ●

Nurul Jannah Ali
aka yEuL
foreva 21
Mummy's & Daddy's spoilt brat
Indecisive
Talkative BUT YET secretive

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Monday, June 8, 2009

the famly meeting we had juz now was kinda emotional fer me. obviously the agenda is bout me. truthfully, im on the verge of giving up. im too tired of circumstances i guess. i dunno wat els to do or to think! its impossible fer me to not worry or stress out bout the whole thing. tats wat my famly want me to do. not to think too much or stress myself out. dey want me to be happy and cheerful as oways.

i tried. but its hard. dis aint easy fer me. its impossible fer me not to think bout it even fer a min. its ME we'r talking bout here. not a doll. i haf feelings dun i? nevertheless, i tried to remain happy. fer who? fer ppl ard me. but its kinda hurting when at tymes, i hafta put on a mask, put on a fake smile. and why i did tat? coz i didnt want em to worry bout me. i knew im not a burden to em, but it hurts when i hafta see em suffer, especially mummy and daddy, juz bcoz of my situation.

shuld i juz continue putting on tat fake smile and pretend nuthins wrong, or i juz ignore bout dis whole thing? its hard. it reely is.




:'(




lastly, i would like to thank -him- fer evryting. thnx fer all those sweet memories eu gave. all the joyous moments tat we had, i will nvr forget. eventho its juz a short period of tyme, it was nice knowing, afta which being wif eu fer the past 6 mths. loving eu was nvr a mistake. i didnt even complain when i had to go thru hard tymes wif eu. in fact, i stand by eu, wif patience. i knew very well tat i myself need tat kinda help, but yet, i still help. im not being calculative here. but since eur unappreciative, den eu went MIA, i dun see the point why we need to carry on. im sorry, gudbye.




pssst ; iloveyou, famly!