After like 7 years already, I'm still asking myself, ''why is this
happening to me?" Why can't I live happily? However, no matter how much I
want to say, ''This is so unfair!", I still can't say it loudly. It is
not like my childhood is a misery, in fact, it was a happy one. Honestly
speaking, even till now, I still can't accept the fact. Every time I
look at her, I feel miserable. I want to cry so much. Keep on yelling,
WHY? Looking at her sunken face with scraggly look. Getting thinner and
thinner everyday, Barely able to walk. Couldn't sleep, Coughing for the
whole day. Staring at you blankly, wondering what's on her mind? Can't
drink much water even when the weather is hot or when she is sick,
Replacing ice cubes with water just in case she over-drink and
suffocated. I feel angry. I find millions of reasons and excuses to hate
her so that I don't care about her. So that I feel nothing when she
finally leaves me. I tried very hard to delete her from my memory. I
avoid looking at her face. Feeling despair and sorrow with the
sad-looking eyes. Yet, I'm still here, tears rolling down my cheeks
silently. My conscience keeps on reminding me who is she. What i'm doing
now is wrong but it makes me feel better temporarily before the clock
strikes again and I have to wake up in the reality. I feel like i'm a 2
different people before and after I wake up in the real world. Now,
she either spends her lives on her wheelchair or lying on the ground
staring at you blankly with the sad looking eyes. Skin wrapping on her
bones is what still left. Can't wear her socks by herself anymore. She
is just like on old baby whom need to be looked after. Bath for her,
Changing diapers for her, Make sure the food is not too hard for her to
chew. All I can say is only God...........
What a Negative Behavior ><
I saw my foundation lecturer today in UTAR cafeteria library, with a student whom also a foundation friend (though we seldom interact ><). Me and my friends were wondering whether we should greet our lecturer. We were so afraid that he may have forgotten about us since it has already been 2 years we never see him (ever since we have moved to Kampar), especially after "the" incident that happened on the very last day he ever taught us. We were even more afraid that he might cast us a confused look if we did greet him. Deep inside my heart, I'm feeling guilty for not greeting him today. When I recalled, why on earth that I have been thinking too much? Why do I have to be so afraid off all these small tiny matter? Why I can't even do a simple thing? Just go and greet him, big deal, huh? What a total loser >< Hopefully will bump into him again in the future and I'm going to greet him.
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