seriously, i need a counselor. i need space and time for myself. do let me to be alone. i've been hurt, wounded, torn apart. sometimes, it made me the tough chick. sometimes it made me be me. but sometimes, at certain times, all the memories that i've tried to drown inside my, just popped and resurfaced. and there's when i'm torn, fragile. like a bullet made of glass. wounded others, and at the same time, be broken itself.
torn to pieces. shattered. crumpled. don't ask why i can't start loving and caring for people. i've lost my heart long ago. fear of being hurt had made me crippled. i wasn't the same Fara as you knew me before. and you can't treat me as the same Fara today. i've changed. from the long period of me waiting you, some heartbrokes in the middle, some mistakes in between the times, some pains, stitches, cuts.
i've lost my heart. and i'm losing my mind too. Allah, help me. i'm no one without you. :'(
Saturday, December 8, 2012
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