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everyone comes with baggage.
be it one as light as a pouch,
or deluxe doubles as heavy and complicated as malaysian politics.

i don't know how did u figure out that i get alot of stories from alot of ppl, but your story, to be honest, was one of the most complicated.
and one of the most unsolvable.

consider it the past, because it really is.

coming to college is a chance for a do over. an opportunity to start anew.
im not saying you should forget the past, but you can use it to your benefit.
it is not something that brings you down, it is what empowers your decision making in the future.

quoting from a friend of mine,
''People have scars in all sorts of unexpected places. Like secret road maps of their personal histories; diagrams of all their old wounds. Most of our wounds heal, leaving nothing behind but a scar. But some of them don't. Some wounds we carry with us everywhere & though the cut is long gone, the pain still lingers.''

but yet, the scars remind you that u should live better.
life, is all about choices.

sincerely,
the one that likes sitting onn the table.


thank you. this is the only usable advice i had so far
thank you

When my life caves in

The world is such fragile being. Humans are such feeble entities. We, living as one, cannot deny the fact that we were once naive enough to think that everything would be alright. Only through true despair may one truly understand the pain of living, the pain of having acquaintances leaving. The way you left me as my eyes were wet that night. I watched your back disappear into the horizon. The black-tar pavements pierce my feet. Your cold feelings pierce my heart. The way you took and they way i took. The person you chose and the person i chose. We...... no. I..... made the mistake of a lifetime. The downfall in my life. The pain that keeps my awake. The screams that remind me of the past. I HATE. I HATE. I HATE.... hatred devours my very conscience. the end.