Untitled.

I always knew writing was the best and, sometimes, the only way that I can almost perfectly express my feelings. Right now I feel like my world has crumbled up and evaporated into nothingness. But no, not really... Nothingness would be slightly more merciful.
Everything's going wrong. I think that at this point no one could make me feel any better.
I just want to lay on my bed, cover my head with my blanket and speak to no one for the rest of what's left of my life.
Crap.
Life's a big shithole at the moment.
Allhamdulilah.

Hey summer 2013.

Hello summer 2013 and goodbye Freshman year!
I cannot articulate how horribly fast this last year has gone. It makes me think of how short the time that I'll spend in college is. In the blink of an eye, I'll be graduating and out to discover the "real world." I am incapable of coping with the thought. It terrifies me.
How will I sanely cope with the actual experiences?
Shivers.

Deception

Today, I came to realize that there are people in this world that that live merely to destroy. To destroy people's dreams and any shed of happiness in their lives. I mean, it's not like I didn't know that there are sadistic, mentally-troubled folks out there who find pleasure in doing no good, but I failed to remind myself that these people can be close to me. People I smile at every morning. People I say good night to every evening.
It's not like it hit me in a glorified moment. Not like the epiphanies you see in movies and certainly not as glamorous.  It was more of a shock.
I just can't comprehend why anyone would ever want to destruct something that isn't theirs to destruct to begin with. Do they find it satisfying? How do they sleep at night?