HAZIQAH!

Sunday, August 9, 2015

I can cry when I stop to think about you. I don't understand how anyone can be so fucking ungrateful. I don't understand how you can expect so much, so unreasonably from every single fucking person but yet be so fucking useless. Not only do you NOT thank them, you have the audacity to shout and throw your tantrum like a little bitch. Like what the flying fuck. I know la you have mental illness. But I don't know. Is it really your mental illness right now? Or is this just you? Is this just who you are as a person? I don't know. It has been fucking years and I still don't know who you are. I cannot confidently say you are fine because you are not. I cannot confidently say you're sick because you are not. So what the flying fuck are you? I am not Abang Ziqq. I have no patience. I am not Tanish. I will not keep quiet. I am not Finaz. I cannot just shut you out. I am Haziqah and Haziqah always try to understand. But this is beyond me. So fuck you.

& 9:10 PM
Prince& his 1000 sexy sheeps