Seek me for comfort

*NADDY.*
Hello. My name is Nadiah Nabilah.

Born on the february 18th and my mum's life changed eversince. For better or the worse, I'll let you decide. My sleeping patterns are screwed and I get hungry fast. I'm a professional dreamer. My dreams weigh more than I do. My familia, boyfriend and friends are my people, my people are my life. <3


Call me for solace

We're all damaged in our own way. Nobody's perfect. I think we are all somewhat screwy, every single one of us.

I'll be waiting for the end of my broken heart.





“You think you kno me, but you have no idea.”
November 2008 December 2008 January 2009 February 2009 March 2009 April 2009 May 2009 June 2009 July 2009 August 2009 September 2009 October 2009 November 2009 December 2009 January 2010 February 2010 March 2010 April 2010 May 2010 June 2010 July 2010 August 2010 September 2010 October 2010 November 2010 December 2010 January 2011 February 2011 March 2011 April 2011

TRUTH IS, I AM DONE PRETENDING.
Wednesday, July 22, 2009 || 4:12 AM

I am a trembling mess from hip to knee. There's a terrible heat, a looseness in my innards that makes me want to dig my fists between my thighs. It is a confusing feeling - somewhere between diarrhea and utter despair.

Diarrhea & Despair.
A whirlpool of emotions, much?
You bet.

I don't kno where this is coming from. Others have it worse than me, yet they're able to get up, brush themselves off & move on. Why can't I do that? Why must I be someone who broods over it & go on analysing when I kno for sure that nothing's gonna change? Why am I the person who absorbs the experiences of others and go, "Wow, I wish my life was that way." Why can't I say that I'm grateful for whatever that has happened & mean it?

For being this way, I hate myself.

I suppose I just can't stop myself from giving myself feedback. I have got to stop thinking and building structures in my head. I have got to start speaking up, I have got to give myself a bloody break. I feel so alone.



Ps: Thank You Flint, Marissa and Sufyan Adriyan.



Okay. Ugh. Enough of that.
Let's talk about school.
So, school has been cool.
Only the schedule's timings kinda odd. Like first lesson can end as early as 12pm and next lesson could be as late as 4pm. -.- I could grow a beard just waiting for next lesson to begin. Madness! So while we're at it, here's some pictures taken at school to end this off with.


The cheena. The malaya. The international. =D





Marissa, kawan lama. =)



Okay, I gotta go now. I I have plenty of assignments to complete & I'm hoping that I won't screw up. Take care all!