date: 21st sept..2005
time: 2:10am
am sick,,
flu cough fever.. ![]()
Temp: 101F noted at 1:45am
Med: taking antibiotics
after ma aftari i went to sabiha’s engagement.. im not gonna write detailz here coz im simply feeling pathetic at the moment.. bushra wanted me to come so i had to..afterwise i was feeling damn sick.. n there i wasnt able to decide how to react…i was smiling..inside crying.. n this is wht i really abhor.. i hate facing such situations… anyways..im happy for her.. God bless her always.. n her fiance as welll..
hmm.. i donno where the hell im getting this feeling.. “i hate myself” .. somewhere somehow i have started hating myself for wht im..n for wht ppl have made me.. feeling so pitiable, awfull n fraustrated ..
wanna write each n every feeling but i wont;.. coz this too is gonna be an issue.. i badly want someone here with me..
n this too is the feeling i hate.. u know this feeling crop up the feeling of “having a sister”.. i wish i had one..
*sigh* .. but see such a pity..i cant even express THIS feeling in front of anyone..not even my parents.. anyways.. better not ask me anything.. u ppl know how am i like..i’ll be ok soon.. and PLZ dont make this entry an issue..its just the fraustration that speaks..
anyways.. tc…babye..
hey say congrates to bushra. baby i understand and i know you are strong enough to handle everything. dont worry everything’ll be fine.
Comment by sweety — September 21, 2005 @ 7:17 pm
sometimes everything seems like conspiring against us… and everything seems going out of control. and you just can’t help it… the best thing then, probably, is to just surrender ourselves to god… and not just worry about the circumstances out of control. let things go on their own… and try NOT to take control of things. a little time… and things will start falling on their own places… try it…
hopefully things will sattle for the good…
all the prayers and wishes for you…
Comment by FurSid — September 23, 2005 @ 1:54 pm
awwh how r ya feeling now?
Comment by Sheeba — September 23, 2005 @ 5:48 pm