Thursday, August 28, 2008


(I'm fine my dears)
The floor was my bed.
Cos everyone thought I wasn't coming back.
I didn't want to wake anyone up.
Had to hide my tears and pretend a fake smile whenever mum comes out to the living room.
She asked me what happened.
And I put on my best smile, and said no, i'm all fine.
Don't worry about me.
(this time round i can't whine and rant and complain)
In the end,
I had to bother my parents and sleep in their room, beside my mum.
I'm strong.
And i'm going to survive work today.
Survive all this.
I don't need your understanding anymore.
I'm not going to understand you either.
I've no more expectations or energy left.
All left is fear.