Otak aku banyak bende nak tulis ni, tapi tulahh...bila nak luahkan rasa cam takde bende lak...hahahah Penat la nak hadap semua bende ni, penat nak hadap bende sama. Penat sebab kena hadap semua bende ni sorang sorang. Penat sebab nak cerita dekat orang, orang belum tentu faham apa yang kita rasa. Penat sebab kau memang takleh nak buat ape, melainkan terima. Penat sebab kau takde kekuatan nak cakap apa yang tak puas hati. Penat sebab terpaksa terima semua bende bulat bulat untuk apa yang jadi. Penat sebab kau kena hadap perangai orang yang semua bende dia betul. Penat sebab dia fikir dia je boleh buat, when it comes to me, NO. Penat sebab fikir semua bende ni. Penat sebab terpaksa fikir semua bende ni. Penat sebab asyik kena pujuk diri sendiri. Penat sebab asyik kena tahan diri dari menangis depan orang. Penat sebab kena nangis sorang sorang. Penat sebab paksa diri untuk jangan fikir tapi masih fikir. Penat sebab jadi diri sendiri. Penat sebab asyik sentiasa keep o...
Pain is real and it exists. The reality of struggle is strong enough and so I suffer in silence. To cope with my own mind, my old sin, my old memory, my darkness . . . are very hard and dreadful. The steep in my life, the dismay of my heart, the violent toward myself and all the black memories that I get through . . . make me want to rise up become the self that I proud of. I scrutinize things happens in my life, I noticed many kinds of problems I face and somehow I can't think properly whether it is right to do or wrong. And sometimes, I fall into the deep of darkness. There is when everything happens at once, and I regret badly. I exasperate toward my old self when I recall back, what I had been doing all those years. Just one word, Worst. A portent from the one that I love the most, I listen, I take what I should take, but I started to forget it easily and . . . ignored. That portent is the likelihood of something bad will happen. And it happened. Hauling ...