Brink of tears umm~ make that CRYING!

Today's my second of BIG and we did a Kembara activity hunting for clues and train a little bit of survival skill. Tiring but fun.

That's not the point as to why i'm writing this blog.

The main highlight here is that..today marks the day when i finally loose it.

I cried..yeah I CRIED in the mosque

and thank God my dear Mala consult me with my issues at home.

She didn't do much but to listen helps a lot in elevating my compressed feelings towards this house.

I've decided to back out and not live with the fellow chaps.

I want a sense of fresh air..

I want someone to cling onto when I don't really have anybody to rely on

*writing this makes me in tears again*

I wanted so much for people in the house to know that teamwork pays a lot in a household.

I want them to understand that I too want to be involved in the chit chats they created.

All this while I've been suppressing my isolated-ness by trying to make myself happy in class.

But BIG just made me a passive girl not wanting to talk daze alone.

I've never become this solemn before.

I NEED MY PARENTS!!

Call me sissy or spoiled if you want..

My life's important so i don't go haywire on the slightest little things *which i am now which makes me really upset about it*

I just don't care anymore...

I'm tired of this crap..

Just do whatever you want and I'll just shut myself up.

Truly yours,

TIRED & GIVING UP