Ok!
This needs to be said out loud!
I can't get over Mr. Abdullah's death. I am stuck between denial and anger.
I act like I have accepted it but I don't.
I keep thinking it is just a silly dream and I will eventually wake up. And when I realize that the silly dream is my reality I feel nothing but pure anger.
I never thought I would ever ask him this question ..
"Why did you come into my life? And why did you leave?!"
I get attached!
I get attached to people and I get attached to things.
I get attached to potential.
I get attached to hope.
It always end up bad.
I try not to get attached but I am just an orphan kitten looking for a sign of a promise that there will be tomorrow and there won't be pain.
I have been having this feeling for a while. I don't feel home while I am home.
I rarely go out. But sometimes when I do I don't feel like I want to go home.
Sometimes I wish time stops and I spend the rest of my life in a single moment.
I wanna go home!
