Crying.
Last night I got a dream. I don't know it's a bad dream or not but that turn my day into gloomy...
Crying.
I work really hard today. I make my brain busy but still can't stop thinking that dream..
Crying.
Everything is not going on my control. I feel really sick again. Like a knife that stab on my chest..
Crying.
They just won't understand. They saying I'm weak. I'm in the lowest point. And I don't know where I can climb to the peak again.
Why Allah. I hated it.
I don't belong here.
Gloomy,
teamoHada
