Few days before raya i fell sick
during thata's funeral i was still sick but i lost my voice
and now i'm still sick but coughing like i'm gg to die
My goodness 😩🤦🏻♂️
i don’t have the energy to be a giver anymore. i need someone to show up for me this time. don’t wanna beg for love and attention anymore. don’t wanna give love to someone who can’t give it back. it’s my turn to feel wanted and loved. i’m tired.
even your closest one can't see why you say that then forget about explaining yourself. they will just tear you even more without realising that you're somewhere lost
i really wish that my thata could've told all these ppl on how he wants to see us after he is gone , maybe then ppl can shut their filthy customs/believe to themselves.