"I am happy,' that's just the saddest lie."
Now, want me to tell you why I love sleepless cities so much? Because not only are they pretty, they're sad. It's all a facade.
Tumblr's the new "it" thing these days. But I'll stick with blogspot because I've already put half my emotions into it, no point in finding a new haven.
And because it was my brother's fifteenth birthday on Saturday. You're growing way too fast. I hope you get into tennis next year, and I hope you continue to pursue piano. Because if I were to turn back time, I would have stuck with piano too. And although I hate to admit it and wish it were me, you are extremely talented in piano, music, and the other arts. I'm sorry I never buy you any presents, when I get a job, I promise to take you shopping. I hope you grow to be the "man" of the family and take care of umma when I make her cry and all that. I'm the worst sister and family member alive, but I'm always rooting for you.
In the long run, my family comes first.
I'm in some sort of a slump these days. I've got nothing on my mind and lulling around like life is a joke. My minds in some sort of a reverie, except it isn't so dreamy. No thoughts on the past, present, or future. Still staying up until four, wasting my time on useless things. Or sometimes knocking out for a day with no break.
Until then, it is what it is.
I will be back.
