Tiada Ertinya - Nur Fatima Click Play before you read this entry I can't do it. I just can't. There is no way of writing this entry without sounding like a paranoid crazy. I woke up this morning feeling crancky, weak and spacey. For a moment I can't move. Then, hesitantly I sink back into bed, overcome by the most extraordinary weird feeling. Maybe I should just give up on the whole 'nightmare'. Forget abt it. Let it go. The chances are I'll never be able to do anything. I'm powerless. They have all the power; I have none. You people might think that I sound delusional. Its not just that.. I sound like a bitter, twisted lil girl with a grudge. I dont wanna be a geek, a loser with no life. No way. Plus, there's something else. Something nagging at me. A final piece of the 'jigsaw' still missing in my dazed brain. It will come to me might be in a minute, hour, day, or maybe a week. But even as I'm thinking it I know thats not what I'm go...