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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?

i am and foREVer will be a fan of
Avenged Sevenfold.

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♥ Taufik Batisah, ♥ Synyster Gates, ♥ Alex Evans,
♥ Jean Baptiste-Maunier, ♥ Matthew Werkmeister

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© Naadhirah Razak 2010
impossibilities

I hate getting mad. Everytime I get mad I'll just have to take it out on somebody, be it by ignoring him or by shouting at him. After all that I'll start to feel guilty and then I'll get mad at myself for ever getting mad in the first place. It's like a feeling that eats me up inside and I just cant control it.

Right now I'm mad at myself for not looking out for my brother, even though I didn't know I had to. Right now I'm mad at myself for shouting at my sister when she wasn't at fault. Right now I'm mad at myself for thinking too much about even the smallest things. I hate myself.

Tsk. I'm trying to do my English composition but whatever I type sounds like crap! I cant do descriptives, I've never done one before. I don't even know how to write a descriptive! Everything I type just comes out as a narrative. Descriptives are just impossible for me.

First time pe Naad tkle buat English. - -

Nothing is impossible, impossible is nothing.
Adidas? I proved you wrong.

Sunday, September 27, 2009