Last words

I have always written my very personal thoughts, and I never think for once whether that particular post will make me look bad or not. For me, my life is an open book; it is there for all to see and take what ever benefit you can get from it. 

So I guess it is my own fault if people wanted to take the bad side and emphasize only on that, when all I want is to write my own personal experience so that people can perhaps relate to it, and think what they would like to do with their own life, should they encounter the same thing. 

I'm still a normal human being. Showcasing my down time to the world does not mean that I am waiting for people to torment me with nasty accusing comments. I feel hurt, and I do, bleed, like everyone else. 

I'm tired of being misinterpreted, and honestly, I really feel like wiping out this blog of its existence.

What's the point of me writing anyway? It's not like I have anything else to share. 

I'm a Muslim revert, and that's all there is to my name. Take the fact that I chose to become a Muslim out of me, and I have literally nothing else to offer and I did my best to open up to the world, but it feels harder to write when people keep on judging me based on my rants.

This was my diary and it is never meant to be well known anyway. 

I'm tired and this will perhaps be my last message to the virtual world. 

I'm done.

When you write something real close to your heart, pouring your heart out for the world to see, what they attack is not your writings, but literally your heart, and honestly, my heart has been attacked for several times now, so the last time would be this, the last straw on the camel's back.

With that, I thank you for even wanting to read this pathetic blog, talking about nothing but hardship and how I faced them.

Assalamualaykum, and for the last time, peace out.