So maybe I'm quiet these days. But that doesn't mean I'm weak.
Maybe I talk too much before, but that doesn't also mean I'm strong.
I'm restless.
I didn't know what else to do or how else to react when people ask what's really going on in my life right now. I kinda took things slowly.
Slowly, swallowing the facts which tear me into pieces, broke my broken heart.
I got weaker each day. Imagining all sorts of things that I was told.
It's too painful, too shameful for me to tell everyone this little story, that shattered my hopes.
So I'd rather not tell them all, bury this story and shame, lock it under my lips and carry it everywhere I go with more pain and agony.
But from now, all I can ever say was "I am not happy"
Neither am I now. The story goes like that each time.
Where will I go from here? That's a total different story.
I need a miracle to happen in order to bring my life back, my happiness,
my smile and my laughter.
Even I missed all that.
I need someone who can bring a brighter light into my journey.
That's the minor change I had, I became quieter.
And oh god, I had my bangs for a change.
Hope a haircut brings more luck.
But I more or less am done hoping.
Lots of Love,
ZieSuzianah.-
