Been listening to The Cab's "Endlessly" for some time now.

Assalamualaikum.

Today's the fifth, so tomorrow would make Fariha eight months old. See how fast time flies? Time seems to be moving so fast this year. But oh, isn't that what I say every year?

Lately, everything has been just so crappy for me to even realize that I've totally forgotten about all things bright and beautiful. I woke up this morning (late, `cause I slept in) suddenly wondering, when was the last time I did something wild and crazy, and laughed my whole heart out? Think think think. What did I do yesterday? What did I do last week? What have I been doing for the past eight months that have seemed to fly at rocket speed? Think think think.

More thinking.

Plastering smiles have become tiresome. I need a moment for myself. And no, nothing like Rebecca Black's "My Moment" mumbo jumbo.

A moment to stand and scream at the ocean, that would be nice. Yeah, or y'know throw pebbles in ponds or even say hello to an army soldier. All I'm saying is, I'm tired of being tired. Sick of being sorry. Oh and don't even get me started on being bipolar.

Peace be upon you.