I Hate The Rain

I'm going back home. I don't care whether the holiday's short or it's going to be tough back home. I just need to get away from this all and stay alone in my room, away from this hypocrite world. Even for a bit, I'll be fine then

I guess

I think I've done enough blogging so far. With only bullshits and craps that I came up with, I don't think that people would even read it anymore, and even I feel crappy thinking about it. Troubles and feelings should only be kept to oneself, not publicly displayed like it was some stuff you would just sell at a flea market or something. That's cheap

It's been raining for quite some time now. Sometimes, I just can't help hating the rain, because of all the bad memories that it bring along, the melancholy of the past. Perhaps that's the reason that I'm feeling so down lately. To make matters worse, lately everybody who has been depressed seems to have found their light in life, things to make them smile. I'm envious of them, because now that I'm all sad and miserable, it's their turn to be happy

Feelings and emotions. If I don't learn to control them, one of these days I'm going to be eaten alive by it. Such is the challenges that Allah has given for me for all my past sin

So yeah, home. I want to get close to my mom again after all the rebellious years...

Kepada awak, saya benci awak kerana marah saya tanpa sebab. Jangan ingat saya senyap saya terus lupakan saja, malah lagi saya senyap, lagi awak patut rasa risau