> My unseen sins

Here's a story of a girl,
Living in the lonely world,
A hidden note, A secret crush,
A little boy who talks too much.

Well, I'm standing in the crowd,
And when you smile I check you out,
But you don't even know my name,
You're too busy playing games,

And I want you too know,
If you lose your way,
I won't let you go.

If I cut my hair,
If I change my clothes,
Will you notice me?

If I bite my lip,
If I say hello,
Will you notice me?

VadiellaY

-Vadiella-

Fuck it!Y

The SacrilegiousY

My Star.

Star Fruit.
Beng Sticko.
Hady Molly.

Faeza Darling.
Khaleeda Sweetie.
Ummairah Sweetheart.

Lyza Chip'munk.
Weeeee Kiong.
Shahmir SSS
aYEEN Hearts <333
aYEEN Hearts <333

The glorious;

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~~Monday, December 15, 2008~~

1:20 AM

Why? Why? WHY?!?

Why doesn't anyone bothers to console me when I'm down? Why must I get the insult? We girls fix ourself before fixing guys? You guys that makes us insane! Why does butch exist? Thanks to guys precisely. If you think I'm think childish-ly again,then fuck off! Don't read!

The main thing is I'm bored for the whole fucking day! No entertainment. Its not wrong to check my contacts,to me. But is it wrong to check on you? I don't go fuck people you're out with. So much for the word care! Why doesn't anyone understand me? Where's my bitch? Where's my best buddy?

I don't mind. Even if I care. Its your fucking life. I know. Hey,its just information okie? I don't ask for your pants colour and what you wear. I don't go asking around if its true you went out with them. Trust,trust,trust..

Who am I? People know me by the name,Khai. But they don't know who is Nur Khairiyah. You called me a crybaby. I'm glad you know me. But you hardly console me. I'm talking trash about you. I'm done telling people who is you. The one I've treasure dearly.

+ Please. I'm still a girl. +

.I Wrote This Shit.