Have I told you how pathetic my Hari Raya is?
Damn pathetic.
I haven’t worn the baju kurung at all.
Not once. So the first time I’m going to wear it is when I go out with my friends for jalan raya that if it is confirmed. Haish…
I hate everyone.
I hate everything.
I hate this month.
The reason that I told my friends why I don’t go out for Raya is freaking lame.
“Oh my grandfather passed away this year, so everyone’s not celebrating.”
What a big lie sia!!
The real reason?
Ibu severe ties with her siblings, personal problems.
That even us the kids are involved.
What did we do wrong? Err… nothing!!!!
I don’t want this life anymore.
I don’t look forward to going home after work.
I don’t look forward to any occasions because I know nothing is going to happen at all.
I just don’t look forward to anything at all.
“WELCOME TO MY FCUKED UP LIFE…”
You see me smiling on the outside but actually I'm falling apart...
... slowly. very slowly...
what we could have been, 3:20 AM.