Rukaiya Firdaus

So... Yesterday I finished reading 'In Another Life' and it's been torturing me since.
          
          So I wrote this piece based on it. I hope you all like it!
          
          Any Haikyuu fans here? 
          
          https://my.w.tt/JCvVTMouP9

You are beautiful
          
          You are special
          
          You weren't made to be a copy of someone else because you are YOU, beautiful, special, one of a kind YOU. 
          
          You might say you're not perfect, but you weren't made to be perfect either. You were made to be yourself, which is beautiful the way it is.
          
          No matter where you are, you are not alone.
          
          You are loved♥️♥️♥️

Thanks for following me sweetie 

Dear!!!!!! Just dropping by to say hello... how are you??? We miss you!!!
          
          
          Hope all is well...our club is having a monthsary event as well as an upcoming big project and I wanna ask if you wanted to participate in it??? Let me know... and if you do.. please check out the new pages  of the club entitled “2nd Monthsary Event” and “Announcement Hiring” 
          
          
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          And yes.. HAPPY SECOND MONTHSARY!!! 

You have been chosen to be showered by love! Iwuvu! ❤❤
          
          Send this to everyone's wall who you think deserves your love. ^ - ^
          
          If you get.
          1 back- You're loved.
          3 back- You're popular.
          5 back- you are most lovable person on the world.
          9 back- wow I'm jealous.
          
          Don't break the chain unless you want to break someone's heart.❤❤❤

Thx for the follow

Follow back please. It's a rule according to the book club. 

| NOT ENOUGH |
          
          Every morning, I wake up, drag my feet out of my bed despite the weight crushing my bones. I look at the mirror and resist the urge to vomit at the outrageous sight that is my reflection.
          
          The blemishes, spots and scars painting my face like a horror script which is probably scarier than the ghost shown in Insidious. I close my eyes and tell myself, "Get over it." 
          
          I trudge through my daily routine, trying to drown out the screams of people around me. 
          
          "You're ugly!"
          "You are fat!"
          "No one will ever want you!"
          "Why can't you be prettier?!"
          "Why are you so careless?!"
          "Why don't you go out and run?"
          "Why can't you lose some weight?!" 
          "Why can't you use some beauty treatments that can make your ugly face at least average??"
          "Why? Why? Why?" 
          
          Questions hunt my soul down and rips it apart. It leaves me crying tears of blood, snatching my will to live. I can't breathe.
          
          But hey, the day hasn't ended yet.
          
          My demon inside me starts speaking.
          
          "You're pathetic."
          "No matter what you do, you will never be pretty."
          "What's the point of trying?"
          "You'll never be like that girl you look up to so much."
          "So dwell in the abyss that's your mind and decay." 
          
          So I decay. Tears dry, staining my cheeks, draining my life force until I can't move anymore. My insides are hollow, only pain is left.
          
          Pain. Frustration. Fear. Disappointed. Hatred.
          
          Everyone's gone.
          
          Only depression and anxiety stays. They hear me scream inside my mind. 
          
          "I wish I could kill myself."
          "I wish I didn't exist."
          "I wish I wasn't born."
          "I wish...." 
          
          I wish..... I was good enough.
          
          But I...am not enough.
          .

It's out!
          https://www.wattpad.com/story/225983167

 How long must I mourn?
          How much more do you wish my heart to bleed? 
          O cruel fate,
          How many more years do I have to wait?
          This agonizing flow of time, will it ever end?
          Why did it have to be him? 
          Will I ever find the answer to the burning question?
          
          My soul decays, my eyes lost it's shine.
          Tear stains painting my cheeks.
          How far must I push myself?
          A colossal abyss, seeping in my existence.
          Breath ragged, I croak out to you,
          My fate, bring me to death,
          For I've never wished for this lonesome eternity.
          
                                              – RkiveRu
          
          
          
          [I literally don't know what I just wrote.... So yeah sorry about that.]