And it all begins...

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Hi I'm Farah Afiqah. It does not really matter how you choose to pronounce it. I'm 19.
Speak, think and live easy. Indecisive and gullible but I don't need anyone to make choices for me. What really matters is what I do with what I have. At times, I love to hear things that makes no sense at all. Its stress-free. Treat me right and I'll learn how to clique with you.
This is my blog, my say. Everything I express here, is purely from the bottom of my heart. Have fun reading! xoxo

Sunday, July 6, 2008

Is this the end of us? over?

MUHD HELMI BIN SADON.

im crying!

im crying!

i cant seem to hold on any longer

i need to cry it all out....

tears please stop dropping....

as long as he's safe, i will always be praying the best for u.

..its okay to hurt me, as long as u are safe and happy..

for all i've done.

send/fetch u to/from streetwise,

fed u while u were sick,

took care of u when u had high fever,

topup ur pp8 several times,

gave u advice to change for the better,

endure with all shits u gave me,

there for u when the whole world fall on u,

spend all my free time on u,

get beaten up cos of u,

and thats not all. there's more.

i then realise, im not the girl for u.

im not the best.

if u can find a girl who can love u whole-heartedly than me.

well, i will be really shocked.

through these 9months,

we've been having ups and downs together.

we suffered together.

we cried together.

MAYBE THIS HAPPEN FOR A REASON.

MAYBE U DON'T EVEN LOVE ME.

U'VE BEEN PRETENDING?

maybe we shouldn't have even met.

ill never forget u....

this heart of mine has been hurt by u.

im crying so badly.

i can't say it out.

slowly, i'll let u go....

i want you back badly):