I have the cutest boyfriend ever. Why should I ask for more? He's more than enough. I love you, Alex. I want to keep you forever. Eventhough we fight a lot, I still want you in many reasons. I hurt you so much, but I love you, that counts. You matter the most, you make me happier than ever, I would only spend my life with you. I know how nuts you are sometimes and how random you could get, I understand you and your needs. I will always be with you.
So here goes, this is fact, I know it's random, but it's true. I am bipolar. I have bipolar disorder. Maybe it sounds weird but I am. I've been to therapy and stuff, but I still believe I'm not one. I am having an appointment today but I think I'll bail. I don't see what's wrong with me but I slit my arms, I agree it is stupid and not worth doing, but trust me, I like doing it. The pain pleasures me, shit, I do sound weird, this is hard to believe but whatever. I can't hide facts. I f you don't know what bipolar means, look it up. My ex suggests if I should go to a shrink. Oh, you dont know how much I hate that shrink. I think he's the only one who thinks I am bipolar. Gaaaah, Malaysians. Sometimes, I wish I'm not one of them.
Last nigt was fun! I drove myself to Pavilion with my dad's BMW. I was suppose to buy myself something for breakfast, after that I was bored and I decide to go to hang around Pavilion. On my way there, Amar called, he asked me if I want to join him shisha with a couple of friends. I agreed so I met him there. It was kinda awkward because I was the only girl there, but we get along. I almost drank alcohol too! That was not good. I was lucky I didn't get caught driving without a licence. There's some guy staring at me across the restaurant, he kept winking up my face, Amar noticed that too. Naimi was texting me about how stalker-ish people are in school. It was Yasser from 4K. Haha. You're funny, Yasser. He sent the text at her dad instead of her. I think he digs her father. LOL. I almost ROFL. I went home at 3 in the morning, I slept at 5. Luckily, my dad didn't notice.
I am 15 and I pretty much have everything to say about anything. I am secure and I am bipolar. I go to school and I'm keeping it that way. I'm not like you, drop-outs. I like the way I live. And I grew up this couple of years. I am sometimes desperate to get taller. I believe in karma. I believe in true love. I believe in god. I drink coffee way too much than an average teenager would. I smoked and I don't find it pleasuring. I never drank, I don't like shopping for clothes. I am gaga over headbands and money. I love texting. I hate clowns. I hate drama. It's immature.
Although I do not express everything here, at least there's something you should know that I am sick of telling you shit-heads over and over again. Doesn't mean that I write about half of my life here, you would already know me wholly. Even my friend of ten years still don't get me and they act like they do. Not everything I write is true, my blog, my choice.