It's about time I stop pestering people to read my blog or anything like that.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Admit it or not, but deep down, in the bottom of your heart, you somehow somewhere felt ashamed to be a Pakistani.
But, in the brightness of another day at another place in another time, you felt proud to be a Pakistani. and in that moment you were infinite.
-idk what I just typed and why, but I felt like so did, after all, its my blog.
But, in the brightness of another day at another place in another time, you felt proud to be a Pakistani. and in that moment you were infinite.
-idk what I just typed and why, but I felt like so did, after all, its my blog.
While trying to paint herself bright, as the scorching sun outside and to shine a tiny winny bit like it, she lost herself. In order to hold onto the slipping thread of her sanity, she turned into someone so unlike her. Someone desperate and depressed, whining about life and problems.
The problem was not this but there was no to assure her about her abilities when she was with them through thick and thin.
The problem was not this but there was no to assure her about her abilities when she was with them through thick and thin.
Tuesday, November 11, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
Hi.
Hey, there. Idk why I made this blog, but it's going to be the random one you've ever seen filled with limited babbles, and saved pictures and quotes from internet and not that long paragraphs like my previous blog.
P.S meh, nah. I'm not abandoning that one, though. Meh. I love those crappy humorless paragraphs no one reads. *winks*
Lololol. I don't know what to do with it now. Huh.
P.S meh, nah. I'm not abandoning that one, though. Meh. I love those crappy humorless paragraphs no one reads. *winks*
Lololol. I don't know what to do with it now. Huh.
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