“You use your heart as a weapon, and it hurts like heaven.”
At times like this, I need a punch bag. Disgusting eh? But I really feel like hitting something. Be relieved, it’s not ‘someone’.
Scary as you think, but if I had punched anything with this emotion, it must had been accompanied by tears. I’m a woman, after all.
Today, I was thinking, let this world be for me. Let this life be only for me. There’s no time to listen to others blabbing and complaining. It hurts, it hurts. Especially when it comes from people you dear.
They think they are saying it, but in fact they are just complaining. No matter how true their word is, this is my life, it is my line, and there are always things that other people can not touch or interfere.
Oh Allah, You sure will help me out. Of course I’m not the only one to feel like this. But we’re just so tired to share the problem together. We know it already. We know how to deal with it.
But at most time, pain is felt. It’s not something healthy. Thus, at least allow me to be a 23-year-old grown-up woman!
Telling doesn’t solve any problem anymore. I just have to be stronger and wiser.
Hey, I’ve made you read this ‘precious’ thing, so please pray for me, ok?