I’ve removed some people from FB. Mix of feelings. They have many friends, then maybe it takes some days or months to recognize that they lost one name in their list. Or maybe, tomorrow I would receive a mess asking me why.
then, why ? I don’t know, honestly. Just want to close my door toward the world. Just because I’m tired, I’m angry, I’m exhausted, I’m annoyed, I’m bored, … whatever I am. Who knows!
these days, I, in some extent, hate talking with Mom. She took all my hope away. I hate talking about my Dad and his situation. I hate when people ask my what happens with my Dad? How is he?
I hate that. I hate when I have to lie to them (then believe that’s true!) My Dad is NOT fine. He’s sick, very badly…
I hate that every morning when I wake up, I know it’s another long day to go…
I hate that everyday, we have to wish that Dad will be fine..
I hate that every minute, I lie to myself that it will be OK… ( and I keep telling lie to myself.. :) )
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People said that’s fate, and people could not ignore their destiny. I laughed at them but my gods, my heart broke into thousands of pieces..
