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Remember when you were a little girl, all bubbly and having a pinky mindset of your own?

Remember your first crush and how you felt all excited and hopeful about it?

Remember the first boyfriend and how you thought you’ll last forever?

Remember the first disappointment, the first heartache and how deep it’s carved in your heart?

Remember how you got through it and how you wore your scars proudly as trophies?

Remember seeing friends getting places without even slightly scratched or hurt the way you did. And you keep asking yourself, why me?

Remember keep going for more heartaches, and finding pleasure in pain?

Remember insecurities and not-so-cool baggage you held around for so long?

Remember fitting yourself to the single-person comfy bubble, and finding a magical consolation in solitude?

Remember pushing good people away and messing up your relationships, just because you couldn’t trust or believe anymore?

Remember being lost, being apathetic, and taking a stroll in the denial land?

Remember the present that you can’t seem to be able to handle anymore because you’re lost, because your experience made you wiser but wearier, because you’re too emotionally drained to handle your own messes?

I’m stupid, selfish, dumb, crazy, sulking. YOU NAME IT. but I ain’t giving up on what I started. The only thing that has been supporting me throughout the months is this weird, good looking yet uncool.. man. and that’s YOU :’) 

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Why am I selfish ? Why am I even born selfish ? I hate it so much that I keep thinking about it every single day. There I go again, isn’t that so selfish of me to think about one particular thing in a day ? Imagine if I keep doing it for the rest of my life ? Where will my life go ? straight ahead ? well it obviously cannot go backwards. sigh - I’m filled with hardly ever described type of questions with upcoming beautiful answers when the time is right. When is the right time ? Answer me Ya Allah, show me good signs whether I’m in a good position. I can accept challenges and disasters but I can’t accept people telling me what I do wrong, what I should or should not do. I’m grateful that no one has to tell me that I’m selfish and I know that I am :-) Despite the downside of my life, I am thankful you’ve created me and everybody has their different characteristics whether it’s good or bad. Our culture is a beauty after all.

When women start making faces or act up to men, it’s one of the symptoms that they have problem(s). Meaning to say, women NEVER brag about how painful they are or how suck things are with what they’re going through. And in other words, women never tell their problems immediately without men asking because in OUR dictionary, men DO NOT care and it’s just best if we don’t tell them or else it’s gonna make things worst(to men: don’t take it personally but we think it’s true). Other wise, women like it when men make their first move and start asking “what’s wrong?” and usually we come up with “nothing” and.., ‘nothing’ means ‘something’. But note to men that never ever try so hard to know because that really annoys us, meaning to say, it also will spoil more of our mood. & we usually say “forget about it” but actually, “let’s just talk about it” and that only happens when men start to talk about something else and in that way make us, women, start realizing it’s a good time to express and let everything out (you might wanna safe some or you will make yourself sound so stupid). And that’s where men start giving a few responds and NOT giving advises! because when men do, YOU wouldn’t want to spoil it.

p/s : every woman have issues with men who say “just don’t think about it, the more u think about it, the more it makes u hurt” !! because we already know it, so don’t ever try to be Mr. Right.

(Source: twitter.com)