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Ishak Johari. 18 this year. 19 next year. 20 two years after. 21 three years.. Ah,you get the point.
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Sunday, 7 June 2009
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Just for a moment,ignore the tags.And pay attention to me.The world can be a menacing place at times.There you are,alone.And people keep wanting you to be on their feet 24 hours a day,7 days a week.And when you don't,they blackmail you.They threaten to ostracize you.They threaten to leave you as you are.And sometimes,although those are the people you usually call your friends,some of those people may e the ones you call family.
I've had a dream.In this dream,I was right there,on the cold hard floor.Prostituting myself at Death's door.I've had a dream.In this dream,I was holding a knife,yet no one was bleeding.Except me.I've had a dream.And in this dream,I'm happily tranferring Death to my body through a needle.
What nice dreams.I wish they could be true.Because this world has been a living nightmare for me.I remember that this someone once said that I have a kind soul.It's been 8 years.8 years since someone tells me who I am,deep down.They look at me,and they say,'Look,the weirdo'.
I guess what I'm saying is that I'm tired of trying to please people and not getting appreciated for it.This goes out to my family,my friends and YOU.You know who you are.And should I decide to take myself,I have a message for Juwina.
You live in a world of reality.I lived in someplace much worser than that.It'll be no surprise if I go first.
@ 8:43 am