I pretend that you do not exist. At least no more. I meditate away the chaos you brought into my mind. All i remember is i am trying.
Trying to hold on.
The question is until when?
When everything is right, when you is the right onep, i should not be a burden, my existence should be matter. I am matter. I deserve.
I do not want to recognizing what I had, 10 or 20 years too late… When feels right, ask me again, hoping it is still not late.
For now and for 2018, I am putting all my faiths in Allah. And for now, I am deleting all.