i am a 2 year old addict.
i take pictures with my eyes.
my beating muscle is co-owned.
and if found,do call.

someone slap me and tell me it didnt happen.

we just chatted that day.and now im stoning,shaking my head.im in such denial.i feel no pain cause i still cant believe it happened.it just feels that im going to bump into you again and hear you scream my name and come running to hug me.you always did that.no matter where we were,crowded place or not,you let the whole world know who i was.we shared our primary school days together and we had alot going on after that.but you kept us together.you made sure we met.i cant believe you're gone.i really really cannot come to terms with that.not yet.you were the most loudest,happiest,carefree girl ive known.i hate asking why cause i know im not in a position to.and i hate not knowing what actually happened.the stories i hear seem so untrue.and one seemed so not you.i dont believe you would let your life go like that.it's your final year in school and you hung on for so long.you've been working so hard and i know it hasnt been easy but you pulled through.tsk.i dont know.

i'll pray for you and your family.your parents are distraught.you were their only child.but i'll pray they'll be alright.you're going back to where you came from.and i need to put that on repeat.and i never thought i'll ever write this post for a friend.never.

i love you.

yasmeen.