Saturday, November 29, 2008, 12:14 AM : writes:
Conversations with my thirteen year old self, (dear diary for my sister maizurah)
You're angry..
I know this.. The world couldn't care less.. You're lonely.. I feel this..
And you wish you were the best No teachers Or guidance And you always walk alone..
You're crying At night when Nobody else is home..
Come over here and let me hold your hand and hug you darling.
I promise you that it won't always feel this bad There are so many things I want to say to you
You're the girl I used to be You little heartbroken thirteen year old me.
You're laughing But you're hiding, God I know that trick too well.
You forget That I've been you And now I'm just the shell..
I promise I love you and Everything will work out fine Don't try to Grow up yet .
just give it some time
The pain you feel is real you're not asleep but it's a nightmare
But you can wake up anytime don't lose
your passion or the fighter that's inside of you
seriously..
You're the girl I used to be The pissed off complicated thirteen year old me.
Until we meet again I wish you well....
my little thirteeen year old me.
ida ace sachiko
