Maybe it is a sign that I grown up a lot, I guess. But, the thing is, I seem not to be able to control this feeling. I should have said that I am grateful to be installed with this kind of emotion at the first place, rather than I hate it when it gets worst and wild to manage. All this while, all I do is to keep it inside, yet I can't stand with it anymore. I could not be bothered of letting it out. Lest I may disgrace anybody, I think I should keep my long face for quite some times, so that people would know the existence of hatred feeling within me. Ah!
I HATE IT!
|Oh Allah, please show me the way. Oh Allah, let my feet stand firm and strong on the ground and my faith stay unchanged...Amin.|
Do not bother to ask me why and what...Chugelle! Hate it when you can't find the necessity to like it!