I pretty much told mummy what I wanna do after SPM. I told her that I wanna move away to Kota Kinabalu or Kuala Lumpur.. :) I thought she was gonna say 'no' yet she said 'okay' to me. :) Green light from mummy. I hope Ma is gonna be okay about it though I know what is she going to say. I'm desperate of healing. I wanna be okay. I wanna stop cutting. I wanna be happy again yet I can't find a reason to be. It's like I'm afraid to be happy. Why? Because the moment I'm happy, someone or something shows up and fucks with my emotion.When will this misery of mine ends? Oh Lord, please give me the strength to go through all the pain.
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I’m the type of person that enjoys making an impact on people’s day. I enjoy putting a smile on others faces. It doesn’t matter if they are a complete stranger or a best friend. I treat everyone with the same amount of respect. I’m the type of person that says “please” and “thank you”. The person that holds the door open for you. The person that lets you cut ahead in line. The person that says “bless you” when you sneeze. The person that spots you a couple dollars if you need it. The person that picks up your pencil off the floor. The person that reminds you that not everyone is cold hearted and distant. The person that shows you that not all good people are gone. The one that makes an impact on your day whether it be only for a minute or a lifetime. I’m the person that shows you that there still is hope in humanity. I’m the person that believes acts of kindness can change the world for the better.