I don't know why. I really hate saying goodbye to my family. Maybe that's why I rarely "balik rumah" even though it ain't that far. That is also the reason I rather come back to Shah Alam by public transport than being sent by my dad. It gets really sad on the way. Sometimes without even noticing it, tears start to run down my cheeks. Then my mum would ask "Kenapa nangis ni bang?". And I just can't answer. My throat feels like it is being choked or strangled. Even if I tried to answer, my voice would definitely crack.
Maybe I played the roles to much and forgot about some of my feelings. Maybe I did feel offended by what you said, and what they did. And I kept it in. Trying to be strong with strength that I don't have. Not that I wanted to "tunjuk kuat" or anything, but I just don't know how to express it. Luckily, I do have a place to let it all out. I thank you for being there for me. :')
I bet all of you felt this way before right. At least once. All I know, is that, no matter how hard times get, how worse the situation is, I always have you to lean on. We all have someone that we open up the hidden doors, the locked closet, the lost pages of our life to. It does not mean that we are weak. It means we are smart enough not to burden ourselves.
The Riddler. He come and go in our mind every now and then. Leaving us with mixed emotions from his twisted words. He's neither a friend nor a foe. Just a part of us, who keep us thinking of what we did not. We all have one. He's always there. Fiddling with things that we took light of and find the reason for us to think about it.
That is all for now. Bye.
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