spill me out!

its 9.34pm. i'm at home. but i'm not alone.

i have been spending some time with few close friends. i poured my heart out. i told them everything. we went out, we ate lunch together. we ate dinner together. we watched movies together. we ordered pizza delivery together. we laughed and talked. yeah. we did a lot of talking.

and without me realizing it, its time for me to leave.

time for me to be poked by reality.

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i moved on, or so it seems. i think that i need to get on with my life. screw the problems i got. screw the stuff that i need to settle. screw my studies. screw my personal life. screw freedom. they seem to be meaningless now.

this quote is true; (taken from the sisterhood of travelling pants, 2005) "when i feel free, it seems like he's alive".

IT SEEMS.

but

ITS NOT TRUE.

my father ain't coming back. succumb that fact, you.

i'm an anak yatim now.

its hard. its very hard.

the hardest is to think that others can put their feet in my shoes.

they can. they sure can but its sure just for a while.


they tried. but they haven't got a clue.


so how am i suppose to move on?

u tell me.