Nil

I just don't know how to write anymore.

It is difficult. And I cry sometimes.

Comments

e s c a p e d said…
same as me...
16:31
Izni said…
whyyyyy????

tumblr makes it easy to express yourself ;)
17:48
Zubaidah Arshad said…
Izni, are you following my tumblr?
20:44
Unknown said…
..if you can cry..than you can write..
15:26
Zubaidah Arshad said…
pakmat, how do you mean?
10:08
Izni said…
i am now! just started my own tumblr a few days ago and loving it. maybe because it's new to me ;p
21:28
Anonymous said…
i cried all the times.. up to the point that my fren and i made a pact not to cry anymore starting new year, but still we cried.. and i figured dat nuthin wrong with crying dear.. i believe the tears and the fears is what made u stronger, its what made u keep on going and keep on trying..
life is made of fears, tears, smiles n laughters, but its the smile we will remember whenever we remember the way we were ;-)

you take care
10:31
Unknown said…
..only those who knows pain and joy can cry..a heart capable of pathos and the sheer ectasy of total happiness can cry..if you can see the magic of a freshly laid egg, marvel at a tiny ant crawling assuredly on your skin..touched by a baby's cry and moved by a lover's kiss..if a tiny tear rolls out because of all these, than you can write..for writing is but crying with letters and words...
22:27
@rep said…
jangan nak emo yer bedah. Dayang Sayang Kamoo
12:23
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