Seeing my family once per week... Now I learn to appreciate them. Being at home only once per week... I don't want to go anywhere when I'm at home. Let me feel the warmth of being home.

Having a tough live... the only people to turn to when I feel like breaking down is my family. I prefer not to become a burden to my friends...

Laughing seems to be the 'penadol', it smoothen my pain. But only for a while.

I wanna cry like I used to... but I just can't. A part of me won't let me.

I think.... I've become a new person. I can't find the old me within this body of mine anymore.

The world is a scary place to live in... The people... being selfish. Even me myself, being selfish.

How much time do I have left?