I could be write about reasons why i thought of what i wrote in my previous entry..but i choose not to..maybe not now..maybe not ever..
i've become a
crying baby clinging daughter to my mum since i started working so when they're (parents) leaving for 2 weeks to perform umrah very, very soon..
i dare not to imagine how's life gonna be.
tell me that i'm doing fine.
tell me that i'll be fine.