I've to go there.
I hate to be there.
I hate to remember everything.
I can remember, years ago, twice i had been there.
For one reason.
Yeah, that reason.
My sister is sick.
She's miscarriage * i think so.
So she needs me, to help her.
She had helped me once, bring me there, sending me, fetch me.
No matter how hate i am to be there.
No matter how heart broken i would be, i have to go there again.
For my sister.
I dont wanna see that pictures of memories again.
It hurt badly.
I dont think i would be able to stand it
Help me Ya Allah. i need tremendous strength from You. I need it so badly.
* wiping tears, off.
i would agree, if you say, that i am sick.
yes, i am sick.
i am tired to be tired with everything.
dont say i am strong, when obviously, i am not.
i hate to hear it
dont ask me, where i throw myself.
as myself, dont know where is it.
you ruin, you destroy everything. thank you.