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I'm a little cookie, yes i am and i was made by the cookie man and on my way from the cookie pan. a little piece broke off of me but i can taste just as good, uh-huh as a regular cookie can.


Me. // Saturday, 24 August 2013
09:08





I have only myself to blame. 
I never should have let my hopes get up so high, so quickly.
I wonder when i'll learn my lesson. 

I'm not sure if I'm depressed. I mean, I am not sad.
But i'm not exactly happy either. 
I can laugh and joke and smile during the day, but sometimes when i'm alone at night...
I forget how to feel.

I feel so lonely.
And I start to cry.
But nobody understand.
Nobody sees. 
Just how broken I really are. 

Move on already, everybody says.
What they dont get is its not so easy when the memories of us together are stuck on replay in my head. Your eyes. Your smiles. How happy you made me. Those were some of my best memories, and i will never be able to erase them. If i could, I would in a heartbeat. It'd be so much easier to move on. Forget you. LIKE YOU FORGET ME.

"Yes. Allah knows. Allah knows you're tired. Allah knows it is difficult for you. Allah knows you're squeezing your last drop of energy. But you must always know that Allah would never place you in a situation that you cant handle."

Trust me, I know how it feels. 
I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you.
I know what its like to wait for everyone asleep so you can fall apart, 
For everything to hurt so bad you just want it all to end.
I know exactly how it feels.