everything is my fault.
not bringing the polaroid home.
saying everything at the last minute.
making my dad angry as hell.
making my mum mad at me for nothing.
everything is my fault.
fine.
i'll punish myself.
i wont eat today.
i wont say anything.
hell yeah, i think of running away.
i can't face you guys.
i wish i had a house somewhere far away.
yeah, people say don't run away from
you problems,
but me?
i am running away.
being an immature 17 year old,
everyone hates me for it.
i get irritated easily, annoyed,
hell yeah i sulk.
but whatever.
and maybe,
this is a sign that Allah has given me.
maybe it's time I look for Him.
not running away, but seek help from him.
who knows?
