Run Away From Home
ive experienced run-away-from-home situation alot of times. the longest? 3 weeks. thats right, you cant run forever. you know you cant. you'll be back someday. so my advice? its all up to you. if you think by running away can make you feel better somehow, then by all means, go. but be sure to come back. =)
my ex girlfriend. nadrah. nadrah nadrah nadrah. she decided to move along. without me. she want me out of her life. she want me out of her sight. she want me to be out of her mind. but still, she keep in touch with my mum. gosh, my mom talks about her every single day you could ever imagine. how the hell im supposed to move on? i know i cant. i know i did so many, alot, fucking alot, extremely-extraordinary alot mistakes last time. but ive changed, for her. and guess what?
its too late.
ive regretted. like hell. how i wish doraemon exist. how i wish the time traveller machine exist in this world. so i can turn back time, and re-do all the things ive done. i was nnaive, stupid, reluctantly gay with extra patheticness built in, last time. but i know ive change. ive become matured. thanks to her. thanks to my beloved half. but now, shes gone for good. why? because of me. none other than myself.
oh god. i miss her. i know it may seems like out of place for me to say this, but only god knows how much i miss her. her touch, her kiss, her face, her smile, her - everything. i just need one last chance. i nearly got it when she said she will give me the answer on 29th december. okayh, not nearly got it, but hey, at least i got a chance right? NO. she decided to turn it over. turn it like a mad man tossing a pizza and slammed it into my face. and she decided to end everything about me, her, nad, nzam, 19th of July 2003, and everything of what we used to be. there's no more deadline for me. there's nothing for me to wait for anymore. but im still waiting for 29th december. im still hoping. i dont know why. i know i wont get anything on 29 december, but why im still waiting? why?
maybe simply because of 1 thing.
a girl named Nadrah Mustafa.
thats when i decided to hate her. to hate my beloved half. i hate everything about her. i hate that i cant see her anymore. i hate that she wont call me anymore, to wake me up, to text me, to go out with me, to have dinner with me, to cook me something when my grumpy stomach sing, to be with me, to hug me, to kiss me.
i hate it when i cant stop thinking about her.
i hate it when i see her somewhere on the shopping mall or whatever.
i hate it when i cant totally forget anything about her.
i hate it when i cant seem to stop loving her.
maybe she will say "all your words are simply white lies!". probably i deserve sentences like that. im a big fat ass liar last time. who gave nothing but white lies and pretty cruxify seduction and fake cries. i know that. i realised that. so if you think i deserved it well, maybe i am. but i just want you to know, that ive change. alot. fucking alot. well beyond alot definition. and if you wont believe, or trust me now, its all my fault.
and so ill wait for 29 december. tho there's nothing more to wait for. tho i know in the end ill cry like a left-over baby. tho i know.. theres no more you.
none the less, ill wait. and ill remember our cherished moment together, forever, and ever. and i will always will. dont you worry. you gave me the biggest impact in my life. biggest. ever. youve changed me.
and the simple truth: i love you and ive regretted tho im so out of your league now.

