I like being alone, being myself. I mean not really. It's just better this way. Better than having to watch everyone else be happy, and better than pretending I'm not miserable . It's just better .
I wish I could go far away alone. I want to enjoy Allah's creation. I want to be a tree. I want to born as a bird. I want to know how they survive their life. I am single. I have my family. I mean I don't have someone special. I do not care. I have Allah who
me. My parents... I
them. Only both of them
me in this world. They raised me up. They sacrificed their times and energy. I'm glad to be your daughter . Ayah, mak... Raudzah
mak dan ayah but there is something that we don't have and I've been thinking of it from time to time. Why? It makes me sad. I'm your daughter, and I do not know how to get 'that' for our family. I have a dream to get marry with a man I
. I want to have a cute kids. I want to live this world peacefully but there is still 'but'... why? It's empty... No answer. Silent.
Anneyo! Do come again. XoXo
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