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there's nowhere to run and hide when you're living to die, stuck alone inside your head, better off be dead



Naadhirah Razak turns 15 on the 29th of April.

Misspell my name and I will kill you. It's double-A.

If this blog doesn't tell you about me, then I'm not sure what will. So have you figured me out yet?

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science lesson.

assalaamualaikum;

so just now was kind of a dread. on the upside, i got those 3D goggles from izz. okay back to my day. stardust ignored me completely siaa. i felt so .. unappreciated. the whole day sia they ignored me. the only times they ever talked to me were during break when syiqa told me she could'nt find her adobe photoshop cd and when lalaa asked for a tissue, but that was it. full stop there, like i didn't exist. it hit me like thousands of flaming needles, and it hurt.

even when syiqa came in late, they made space for her to sit with them, but before that when i came in they didn't even look twice at me. just a glance to see who came in, then back to their own business. that, too, damn hurt.

while mr fammy was teaching, i stared at my notes, actually staring into space, wondering why i was treated invisible as a single grain of sand at the beach, as a single star in the night sky. izza asked, "Naad, are you paying attention?!" as i was "studying" the notes, she thought i was paying attention. i wasn't, really, so i said no. she asked me that question twice. i was just .. thinking.

ah, if any one of them is reading, like they will bother anyway. this is probably what the've been planning to do. i mean, does it always have to be me to start a conversation? why did i even bother typing it all. waste of electricity, waste of time, waste of energy.

assalaamualaikum.
Monday, June 16, 2008