One day, my friend asked me.
“Mirah, what’s wrong? your twitter.. Is it really that bad for you?”
The truth is yes, it is that bad.
Last night, I stood outside open doors, the empty room..I can’t help to wonder where is he, what is he doing now.
When no one was at home, i secretly sat in dad’s room, on his bed. Looking all around his belongings..when did this man became so selfish. I’d flip through all those albums, those pictures we took when I was younger..we seem to be like a much happy family. Things took its twist and turns. Home never felt like one anymore. No one’s home, always.
I might be laughing all the time, making people smile..but who exactly knows what I am going through?
So exhausted pretending to be someone else.
I wake up everyday, with so much questions, worries on my head.
Do you have any idea know scary it is for me to think about the future ?
Whenever my friends talk about their future, i kepy mum about it.
I’ve so much to pursue but i dare not even think about it.
Why should a marriage certificate strangle two who ain’t happy together?