Hey.
I don’t like to talk about certain things regarding my blog posts, and this is an example. Don’t talk to me about this blog entry. I mean it. I have this up to let you know only. Okay.
It’s been months. I think it’s already been half a year in fact. This duration is too bloody long. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. My mum’s worried about me. She thinks I don’t know she worries, but it is kinda obvious. For my dad, he nags at me. Not everyday but at times when umm.. he feels like it. I know that it is for my own good and that is his way to show his concern. My bro is another one. Every week he comes back home from the army, he will ask me or my parents. Seeing that there is no progress in me, he keep asking my mum to bring me to the doctor. This happens every week. It’s not that my mum don’t wish to bring me there, it’s just that the doctor keeps pushing my problem aside thinking it is only temporary. But no it is not. It has been half a year. And what? If I go again, they will say I’m fine. I’m bloody not fine. If I was fine, I wouldn’t even bother to create such a big hu-ha out of this. But it is a big hu-ha. I don’t know how to fix me nor do my family. And stupid doctors won’t even give me meds. Idiot. Maybe mum will decide to pay the doctor a visit on Saturday or something. All I know is I don’t think it will help. I’m not being pessimistic, it’s just because it has been far too long.
This has been bugging me for half a year. I can’t help but think about it.
Sometimes, I do wonder if it is some sort of umm.. sign?
So let me sidetrack.
Death.
Have you ever thought about it? No, I’m not emo. Emo people walk around with their head down, wrists slit, thick mascara, entirely black outfit, cry out suddenly, isolate themselves and so much more that you will know but I don’t. Heh. So yeah, I’m not but don’t you wonder? Like when you’re in bed and you can’t sleep, suddenly this topic appears in your head. Cos’ it happened before and I was honestly upset. You wonder all sorts of things like what would happen if someone dearest to you left or the other way around. Who would cry for you when you’re gone or would you cry if others were gone. Ini semua ketentuan Tuhan. But I don’t think I’ll be able to handle death matters well. Although I know it is the cycle of life.
Again, don’t scare yourself by thinking “Hamidah emo?’. Cos’ the answer is a no. You want to say I’m emo, go ahead but you know it’s not true. Don’t deceive yourself man.
So that is all for now.
Bye.



