Feeling better,
Sunday, December 11
This is a photo I took when I was still in my high school grades.
The notes I kept along with me, at the time I feel lost. I feel totally insecure. I told myself, "Bertahan. Sikit saja lagi." The thought of my-dramas-will going-to-an-end-when-SPM-is-over always comfort me. I feel relieved. But this time is different. The time when I've actually end up my high school, and now I am longer called as a school student, budak sekolah all these and thats, my dramas plot changed.
The climax is always there. I neither, don't understand with it. And now, to my surprise, my “thought attack disease” is back. Everything's popped out in my mind every second I go online on my social websites. The thought of why-my-patience-is-always-tested. The thought of is-this-what-karmas-mean. The thought of not-strong-enough-to-face-all-these-tests. Just, all the bad thoughts in my mind now, bugging inside out. Like seriously, God tests me a lot this time. I should realize how much He loves me, how much He wants me to realize about what life means.
Sometimes I feel like giving up. Gave up the fight, and moved on. But I was wrong.
So when it comes to tears-falling part, I would say to myself "Amenda sial nangis dari tadi. Lembik". I talked to myself when nobody's there for me. I would sat at the corner, lying to myself, that everythings will get better tomorrow. I told myself, karma's not a bitch. I keep telling myself, these heart-ache moments will end soon. I keep reading Nadiah Baharum Shah's note, telling me to " wear your armour, I always be by your side. :-) " and also from Jiha Nasir's,
NOT funny.
*Reloads shotgun* Lets go huntem down.