I have histories with friends. It’s either i have offended them or they have offended me. It’s such a sensitive subject. Friendships.
I don’t have much friends. I choose to stay at home , because i don’t want history to repeat itself. You try so hard, and it’s happening again, right in front of your eyes.
Sometimes it’s hard to take care of others people’s feelings. You care too much that you didn’t make time for your own feelings. And since i didn’t make time for it, no one else did.
From young, i whispered to myself- It’s alright, it’s going to be ok. To whom can you share these with? There’s always yourself, in your room, to reflect and say:
“Biar orang buat kita, jangan kita buat orang”.
Yes, i am always happy. Because it’s a choice you make. Not by chance. Yes,i’m always cracking jokes, but beneath that smile and laughter there’s a sadness in me that no one else can see. It’s alright , it’s going to be ok. They don’t need to see it.