This looks like me, methinks.

I miss all the time we spent together. I miss how we used to talk, night and day, everyday. I miss sneaking out of the house at ungodly hours just to see you. I miss all the joking around we used to do. We used to joke around about everything. I miss the way I reached out and tugged lightly at your hair that one time, feeling the smooth strand between my fingers and being bewildered on how I had never payed attention to that aspect of your beauty before. I miss saying 'bizarre' in that funny accent, and making you laugh. Oh God, your beautiful laugh, the most amazing sound I've ever heard in my entire short existence. I miss the way your eyes, shining pools of the darkest grey, widened every time I said that part of me hurt. Your eyes are an entity of their own. Concern is something I haven't gotten a lot, and it felt really good knowing you cared. I miss how you used to talk non-stop, which was great because I barely spoke at all. I love the flow you maintained during every conversation. I miss feeling secure about the fact that there would always be one person in the entire world who understood all my pains, and could put up with the occasional bullshit behavior of mine.
I wish you could have put up with me that one time, the last time.

I'm broken without you. I miss you. I need you. I still love you. I'm sorry.

My mother and I bond sometimes. We share cigarettes. We smoke in the bathroom, near the exhaust fan, so that the smell won't be prominent if any guest comes over.
I like my mother, and how she includes me in whatever she does. I'm her only child, and she treats me like one.

I'm confused, tell me where did we go wrong?
I was sure that I would be with you for really long.

I was planning on this being something worth mentioning,
Energy invested in someone I saw potential in.

Who killed chivalry?
They need to get their sentencing.

Meanwhile, we're arguing, and I can't get a sentence in.

It's like every time we spent time, it felt like the first time.

We never spent enough time.

You caught me at the worst time.

Why does Blogger congratulate me when I follow someone's blog? You guys must be hella precious.
And I just realized that I loathe my banner. Why'd I even make it?

And yes. I'm a bit.. heartbroken. Heartshattered, more like. I may talk about it sometimes. You best ignore me when I do.

I thought I should introduce myself. But I dunno what to say.
I made this blog for no particular reason. Except the one that maybe I'll find someone who cares for the side of me that I never show anyone. The broken side.

Been 'bloghopping' or whatever the term is. Found some cool stuff. People here are cool.
Since I have nothing to do most of the time, I might stick with this thing. It's a good feeling knowing that it'll stick back.

I have had a blog before, though it wasn't really a 'blog' in those days. Tons of random shit. Which I'll spew out here too, most probably. But at least I'll be able to call it the shit of an actual blog.

Being in Pakistan evokes mixed emotions for me. I don't fit in. I want to go back, even though it's impossible. But in a way, I like this place. The place, not the people. Though I've spotted some Pakistani people here. On this blogwagon thing. Which is kinda nice. Kinda. They may be the type I would like.

Gonna look for more stuff to read here now.

How do you end a post? Bye?
Bye.

I feel stupid.

Nothing matters except for you.
Don't let no one out here blind you.
Don't remember why you love me?
Please allow me to remind you.