My_8six Stories..

0507 a.m

The road we travel is unpredictable..sometimes it’s smooth and sometimes it’s filled with bumps..but if we’re lucky we find people to travel with us..

crying alone in dark..not in a room..not in this house..but in my heart..

awake..

can’t sleep..remembering all my thoughts..reading what i’ve wrote in passed few years thru this blog..make me wonder..

have i done what i’ve wrote..or just walking the same road..opening the same door..knowing the same path..without any changes..

dissapointment..can’t enjoy it..it’s killing me..

hope..sometimes..frustrating…trying..annoying..exasperating..maddening..testing..provoking..wearisome..satisfying..that my future have change..only some..(..i think..)..dunno what i want..keep pushing myself..i have to stop myself..from saying what i’ve thought..

i’m control..Allah knows what best for me..keep it that way..my mind so fragile.. so flimsy..so brittle rite now..have to make it sturdy..make myself stronger..need to face next day with smile..with love..

help me..Ya Allah..

give me strength..i need it badly..show me the path..where i can be someone..that the world need..can touch others heart..comfort them..pledge them..adore them..

so i can be the people that have the most to offer..thank u Allah..

0530 a.m.. crying ~