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SPM IS GETTING SO REALLL UBBI I'M OMW

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Assalamualaikum and hai dear self. It's been a long time since I've been here. I used to be active socializing with my wattpad friends here, back then. I have a lot on my mind now. I don't know how to express it, or how to tell someone about it. I'm thinking maybe, I can write it here. (Since I can't really tell my story on my twitter cause my contacts are there.) Writing here doesn't mean I don't have anyone to talk to actually. I have Allah to tell Him everything, but I want to write also. It's been a long, so long time. I can't imagine I will be 17 years old this 14th February. I'm not expecting such a cruel conflict will happen to me at this age. I don't want to think about what's coming next. People say it's normal to have a depressed feeling at youth. Thanks Allah, I'm still strong. I thought the conflict about friendship would be enough, but no. I still have a long way to go. I can't list out all my problems here or else I will feel like, "my problem is not that bad compared to others, why do I feel like this, I'm so 'cengeng'." Cengeng. Yes it is. I cry a lot. That's why I love wattpad stories with a melo plot. I always say to myself that my self love is so high. My mom told me to. My mom's advice always brought me back to Allah. Whenever I lose, she shows me the road to Allah. 
          
          Ah! I actually want to spit out the story here but I end up writing something silly like this. 

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