dear you.
is there any way to die faster without any self inflicted injury?
cause you will hate me real bad if i do so.
do you hear my prayers when i was a litte child.
will you still grant me my second wish?
do you think that i can alter my second wish?
i just want to meet you faster so that i can be in your hands.
you have granted my wish to be reunited with my mom.
i am so happy.
it will be sad to leave her behind.
it will be sad-der to even see her leave me behind.
is it possible for me to give up everything in life and just be a flop?
but i do not want to disappoint my mom.
i love her very much.
the same amount of love i felt for her,
when i was restrained and locked in the room,
and i had to pass her the mother day's card,
i put so much effort to do,
by sliding it through the narrow gap between the door and floor.
i am an angry person.
you dont come knocking to my door asking for it.
cause i will dare to knock your teeth out,
right before you can even blink.
Hairul has collected all the turmoil
that is burning in me.
and im afraid i cant hold it back in.
its making my head spins.
He has succeeded in coming up with a bibliogaphy about myself,
devising a looooong list of negative adjectives .
he has been repeating all my sins,
that i am conditioned to be just as that,
for nearly every second of my life.
i do not want to be that person anymore,
but Hairul said i cannot change.
he is successful in psychoing me,
that i so hate myself so much.
p/s: i hate him even more
dont believe him
if he say he's attached to me
cause im not.
dont believe him
if he say that
he's been good to me,
cause he has not.
from God i departed,
to Him i shall return.
soon.
very soon.
God,
can i stay with my mum again in heaven?
can i tell her how much a wonderful mum he has been again?
can i bring my diary too?
i deserve to be happy.
with you.