:: Am currently studying in Melbourne University:: I sometimes feel so intensely it scares me :: When I write I see more than letters, I can see tangible objects :: I can almost taste my emotions :: My childhood was so deeply rooted in imagination that I wonder if I've ever really grown out of it :: I never understand it when people tell me I'm smart (WTF?) :: There is nothing better
than walking down the street and being happy to be alive :: I've always wanted to be a bad-ass bitch.. but never had the heart to :: No one understands how truly messed up I am :: I want nothing more than to be able to draw all day :: Sometimes my anger overwhelms me :: I've
always wanted superpowers :: I get on highs :: Life is like a lover, it's passion fuses with you and drains you at the same time :: I've always wanted blue hair :: Everyone is beautiful the way they were born :: I'm fussy. I only want people I know. :: I confuse me ::
::I may not seem like it, but I'm quite proud of being a Muslim. That's who I am. I want to retain what purity I can of the religion, despite living in these conditions. I don't drink, I don't fuck and I pray. Does that make me so different from everyone else? There are so many stereotypes about Muslims nowdays, and the worse stereotypes come from Muslims themselves. It's a choice we all make, and it's my choice.::
::If you don't know me, don't bother. I don't see the point of adding random people I don't know to my list. It's not a popularity contest. MySpace is exactly that: MY Space. A space for me to keep in touch with people I actually know. I don't meet up with strangers and I'm cynical about keeping in touch with people I don't actually know.::
::I don't understand why some people choose to prostitute themselves online. All these beautiful women, and so many choosing to post up pictures more at home on a porn site. Keep your legs closed, darlings, and respect yourselves. The people who know you love you for who you are. I don't pretend to understand your motives but it ain't a porn site..::
::Today I feel like I want to be reborn. I wish I could take a picture that identifies the way I feel inside. Sometimes there is a wall within mee, and it contains a darkness I cannot fathom. And sometimes the darkness seeps through those cracks in the wall and it consumes me. And during these times, it is as if a stranger has replaced me, and I almost fear that strange persona, for it cares not for my heart, or seems unable to.::
So sue me. These are my opinions. After all, this is MY Space.
