someone ask me,
"awat tak pakai jam tu, duk simpan dlm poket?"
"susah nak buat keje"
"dah tu bakpe bawak?simpan je kat bilik"
no one knows how does it feels. the question had touched me.
but the truth is, I almost recover. indeed.
I'm looking forward. stronger.
and I hate seeing a girl crying. fucking hate it.