Some Things are just meant for Dreams

 There are no words to describe how I feel right now.

It is 3rd of Ramadhan and so many things have happened I wouldn't be surprise if I am overwhelmed with emotions.

Maybe someday this too shall pass.

I feel like I am a burden to anyone around me.

Sometimes I wish I can run away but I don't want to take away of my daughter's chance to have a relationship with my family, even if I feel like they don't like me.

I hate my ex. He has been bothering me and also founding out he lied about things last year didn't really help me respect him. My mom keeps on bringing up the past but forgot she left us with an abusive man.

I finally admit to falling in love again, to only be treated the same way even I did block him for nearly a month. I couldn't deny my feelings but at the same time, I didn't want to be treated that way again, distant, cold and no safe space.

I am praying hard for a job near home at least, or flexible hours.

People keep walking over me.


I hate it.

The day gets better when I am with her.

I wish I could spend more time with her.

I wish someone would take care of us so we wont miss so many moments.

Only Allah knows best.

I shall pray and wait.

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