Two weeks, and I am still alive. =)
God must have thought I am very tough.
And guess what, I will prove it to you I am!
But it takes time to heal the wound.
A wound with salt.
A wound that will never recover to the fullest.
Actually I am in fear, I dunno whats the future gonna be.
I dunno can I face another obstacle again.
Perhaps is a good thing that I drop till the deepest,
so there will never be more pain than I am facing now.
I still can't solve the thought in my head.
I wish I am wrong yet I wish I am right.
The only way is to look ahead, and see what happen next.
And thats the time I will get my answer.
Tears are the only medicine.
I only feel better after I cried.
I wonder how long does it takes this time.
For life?
Seriously, I wonder can I move on after all these that happened.
Only me myself know.
Sigh, my dear god,
am I really that tough?
am I?....
