Sick of it.
February 26, 2012 // 0 comments
I'm sick of all these dramas. I'm sick of being tired all the time when I'm back from school. I'm sick with my friends' attitude. I'm sick with my problems. How I wish that this was a dream and I hope that I will never go through this shitty life ever again.
School sucks big time. With my friends, teachers, homeworks and all. I can't live like this. Syira Bos here, Syira Bos there, let her be. We're not God to punish her or something. I don't care if you want to fight or what, but don't brag about it to the teachers and parents. Syira, be brave, be you. I don't know you that much and bcs of that I don't want to bash you like I know you that much. Teachers? Some are great some are ...may God bless you teacher. Homeworks, nah I will never do it anyways.
Dramas in school? In twitter? That's usual. Me crying in school, infront of my family, infront of the laptop, I guess that is what on my schedule of life. And it hurts me seeing people sad, so people don't cry abt love. Please. It's not even worth it. Allah knows best and you just have to wait for the right one to come. It's not like the end of the world baby, no. Well, me, I cry bcs of my friends. Or shall I call my friends that are not grateful nuff. I need a friend who's happy all the time. And sad at some moments. Who can make me happy. Not the ones who leave me hanging. The ones who makes me cry and the one who is not on the mood most of the time.
Man, being friends with each other supposed to be fun! A friend should be happy for having each other. Don't be mad at em if they did something wrong. Give em some chance. Just cry. Some will care, some will pretend that they care. And then you'll know who's your true friend. Easy as abc. I hate it the way that my friends care when I'm crying. Because they'll just care at that moment. And honestly, I have friends, but not the real ones. Not even one. And that makes me cry. But, thanks a lot for everything :)
Since my grandpa passed away, opah's life became miserable and uncontrolable. She misses him. Everything became hard when he's not around. Opah is sick now. Every night she'll say this to the medicine she'll eat "Ubat, sembuhkanlah aku cepat. Dah 15 tahun aku terseksa. Ubat, tolonglah ubat" maybe it's kinda funny but it hurts for me to see my own grandma laying on the bed because she can't walk too much like she used to and I pity her for living in that condition for 15 years straight. Yesterday at 4am, she yelled mama's name but mama couldn't hear it since her door was closed. Opah called maksu but she was sleeping. She yelled mama's name, but sadly it was not that loud. After few minutes, mama opens the door, seeing opah infront of mama's room, shaking badly while calling mama's name as in she can't stand the pain. Ma called babah, they brought opah to the hospital. And soon after that we went to the hospital to bring opah home. Thank you Allah for giving her one more chance.
There are lots of more to story about but I have no enough time. So, see you later. Thanks for reading!