Must...

He must love her so much... more than he love me... If not, he wouldn't do what he's doing right now... Stuff he never did with me.

Above thought is my worse enemy.
She is shouting so loud.
She is draging me from my sanity.
She is killing me.
She is making me crazy.
I believe her --

Tell me about a broken heart.
Tell me about a princess scarred by love.
Tell me about a heart that bleed her final breath.

Oh my little vulnerable heart.
I am so sorry, I am weak.
I am sorry I couldn't protect you.

(T_T)

Fine Friday

It is Friday.
Friday is good.
And I think everything is back to normal for them.
They survived... as expected.
All is well...
Oh I am fine, dear!

Bye

I bid farewell to a part of me. It feels like a death… Typically I would say a part of me die when the love died. It doesn’t feel right to have any connection anymore. I need to spare some dignity after years of humiliation and I hate to start all over again every time.

This must stop.

It stopped, with dozens of unanswered questions… Secrets and lies and stories yet to be reveal. I stop asking, I don’t want to know anything. I do not have the courage to walk the path over and over again.

I do not want to lose my sanity.

Good bye.

Thanks and Congrats!

I can’t deny the fact that I want to hate him. Each dirty laundry is like daggers straight to my heart. This is hurting me, eating me from my inside while defying me from my surrounding. What could be worse?

I’d like to say, thank you for not answering my question and congratulations for the achievement for making me a pathetic idiot.

The Truth

Assalamualaikum,

Some say, the truth hurts.
It is.
It is really hurts that you’d wish you never ever wish for it.
You can smell the blood from the wound in your chest.
But life must go on!
Do not, ever, give up!
Bleed, until you’re done with it.
It will stop, someday.

Wassalam.

The Why

Assalamualaikum...

I have a complicated and talkative mind... Sometime she is more on shouting rather than speaking.

Wassalam.