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Hey hey. Goes by the name of Hana or Izzah.
I'm sad and I post depressing shit most of the times. Tt kinda makes you think, kinda makes you cry. Read with warning. Some have left behind tears.
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Friday, April 14, 2017 || Friday, April 14, 2017

I hate to start a new blog with another depressing start, but what's new?
I only write when I start feeling lonely, seeking help from words and never ending indie music playlist. I'm 20 this year, and the feeling of 'emptiness' grew, a lot. I find myself talking less, giving lesser shits and start to distant myself from a lot of people.
I did this myself, choose this on my own, but why do I feel lonely? I don't cry, but my heart aches. I long for that 'someone' to make me smile again.
Why oh why do I keep believing in things that will never happen?


Anyway, long story short about my life. Just finished year 1, starting year 2 in a course - Logistics. Studying shit again and having to make new friends is just a killer for me. I hope I can cope and blend in well.
For the one month holiday before I start year 2, I worked at Sparkletots, Tpy Branch block 6. I have no complaints, I really like it. Students there are hella cute and people there are nice.
but there are always bad times. I don't wanna elaborate cuz I'm afraid of saying things in public media, but just now this - no matter how fun you can have at work, things are bound to go downhill and kick you in the ass.
Lack of time to go out, lack of energy, lack of friends. Anything, sacrifices are made.
Though it doesn't matter anymore.

I'm bound to die soon anyway.