A regular muggle living in an all to muggle-world, a little part of me died when I realised I'd never get to go to Hogwarts. I want to be 11 again. But it's too late, cause Severus Snape's already dead. So is Michael Jackson. Why am I always just a little too late? The name's Nisha. Welcome to my world.

I had a nose bleed at school today and my tudung was drenched in blood.
God, global heating is totally going out of line here.
I had exams and answering papers while having a nose bleed and a fever is not exactly what you call fun. Good thing none of my blood got onto my paper. That'll just suck so much and I'll hate myself forever.

I'm thinking about making my blog private cause I keep spilling my emotions in here. I don't feel comfortable with random strangers knowing I have period pains.. or if I'm ovulating or some shit like that.

I don't feel very me lately. I posted a song on Facebook. And yeah, technically, I should be happy.
But I wasn't.
It looked like I was trying too hard to be noticed but I'm not.
I'm doing just fine in my shell. I'm doing just fine with not telling people my problems.
I just wish they'd understand that I don't like dumping my shit on other people. It's very uncomfortable for me.
But they would just keep on asking, and suffocating me with hows and whys.
Get off my back, please.
I need space to breathe.
You people are taking my oxygen and comfort away from me.