Si le monde vous met au défi, contre-attaquer.
Si vous ressentez une douleur, grain vos dents et porter avec elle.
Parce que derrière saisis profonde douleur et l'agonie,
est l'amour.
Sigh.
I would first like to apologize to Hazwan, Farah and Nabilah.
Because my printer did its weird thing and now I'm unable to scan and print out the Literature notes [Hazwan] and the story I typed out [Farah and Nabilah].
It's the start of exams tomorrow,but..
I don't feel anything.
No stress, no fear.
Nothing.
Only sadness.
And it's not like anyone will understand anyway.
I have no one to talk to.
Even the people who supposedly "cared" for me have left me to my own devices.
At least,I have surrendered all my blades to Khai.
[But I couldn't stand it and got back one from Khai. Just the blunt,black one.]
And because it's blunt,I can't do much harm to myself.
Right?
Here is the link to TWLOHA.
[To Write Love On Her Arms]