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"I don't know."
It’s all I could think of saying. I felt bad but I just didn’t want to be his girlfriend. I didn’t want to hurt him. He’s a good guy. I’m no good for nothing and when I say that I mean it. I never know what I want. I’m sweet and kind and act all kinds of pretty but if one day I wake up and decide I don’t love you, that’s it. And that hurts, I know. So I don’t know is all I said when he asked me to be his girlfriend. I just couldn’t say yes.
Revolution of the Heart.
I don’t know why the leaves change colors
Why it snows some winters and not others
I don’t know why the ocean tastes so salty
All I know is we must love each other.
I don’t know why we bruise so easily
Why papercuts hurt more than heartache
I don’t know why we love to hurt so much
All I know is I’m addicted to Heartbreak.
I don’t know how to start a revolution
How to make a difference in the world
I don’t know how to heal your wounds
All I know is I’m a lost, little girl with many words.
I don’t know who holds the stars up in the sky
Why it turns dark when it becomes night
I don’t know why God created us so far apart
All I know is this pain I feel is a Revolution of the Heart.
Hey stranger.
I can be shy at times. But when I see someone who is attractive, and I mean deeper than appearance, like something about this person draws my soul towards them. If I see someone like that and I’m driving or just walking by them on the street and I’m sure I probably won’t see them again, I like to smile. I know it may seem silly but like a real sincere smile. And I wish they could read my mind and know that my simple smile means, “You are beautiful.”
I find you very frustrating.
Because you’re very bitter and mean. I don’t know why you are that way. I don’t really care either but All I know is the thing about mean people is, once my conversation with them is over. It’s over. I don’t have to deal with your shit anymore. But I feel bad for your family. For your friends. And I’m sure it’s not that fun being rude to everyone so I suggest you find a better lifestyle in which everyone can benifit. In other words, STOP BEING SUCH A BITCH.
:)
Sometimes you wonder if someone wrote a book about you what kind of character would you be. Would you be interesting? Would you be depressed? Would you be entertaining? Sometimes I feel like we are characters, only we are also the authors, you can change your story starting now.
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I love you girl! oh ask you things? okay, um how the heck are you? :) its fatima!
i’m great! i love your blog/s. you are such a daily inspiration.
Aw, you just made my heart happy. <3 i love yours too!!!
It was snowing heavily on the day I was born.
I was born during a winter storm in a remote village in Afghanistan, in my mother’s house. I was very ill for the first 6 months of my life. 3 times, my mother tells me with teary eyes, they thought I wouldn’t make it. When my father was away, my uncle would take his horse and ride for hours to get to a city with proper medicine.
When I was ten days old my dad left for some battle or war or something. After a year and some months my mom, my older sister and I fleed to Pakistan to get away from the violence. We thought my father had passed away because we hadn’t heard from him for so long.
Everyone’s father in our village was off to war. And all the families had newborn sons and their fathers had died. I was the only girl born that winter and my father met us up in Pakistan. He tells me that story and he calls me his Good luck Charm.
2 years after he left, we were all reunited in Pakistan. He thought we had passed away and my mother thought he was gone. He recognized my sister and my mom right away. I was ten days old when he left so he was amazed at how much I had grown.
Months later, I came to America. And that was that, now here I am :)
