3.3.15

A very tiring three days.
And depressed three days.
Wallahi, I shudnt brought her along.

 to be called as a psycho.
To hear tht story from her.
Their expectation were too much, based on my appearances.
Hiding those scars. Hiding all those stuff.

Some of them were annoyed. Cuz of my depression and traumatized.
The only way I can think is, killing myself.
Ya Allah. I'm shaking. They dont understand. But at least dont ask me to be normal when I cant. Sheesh.

Eh dah syawal.

Malam 30 sepatutnya. Itulah apa yang aku harapkan, walaupun bukan boleh puasa pun. Tapi, masih mahu punya waktu berdoa dalam waktu² ramadan....