today's depressing sh*t.
woke up really early to send my babes off at the airport.
honestly, i was so friggin'excited for them.
but hell, it struck me hard to learn that next semester is so gonna be different without them.
they were my life in school, know.
it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks.
and i hate emails from fb.
it sucks it sucks it sucks it sucks.
i'm scared.
i'm really scared to face the changes which are gonna happen really soon.
new home.
new school life.
shit.
i can't help but to tear up already.
They say you can write letters, and still keep it to yourselves. I'm falling harder this time, let's not do it.
Beat this.
Break-down.
- Nur Azreen.
- I don't talk much,no actually I do. I think I'm plain, wait actually I'm not. I laugh at flying plastic bags, but sometimes more than that. If you ask me to define Azreen, I have yet to find the answer. It's a huge question mark right now.
Beat it.
Eff-B
