Depression. Is it really? I feel bad for myself. Like in previous posts. I'm pathetic. Even rich in apathy. All these years, I am always not there for my friends and family. I am always not a part of their life progress. I might not even be there for myself. I love seeing people happy. More so the feeling of making people happy. I did that. But then it is just once in a blue moon. I've been shutting down myself for a long time; I can't remember since when. I lack the love from people especially family and sisters, not because they don't offer but because I refuse to reach out. It is sickening, yet still I am.
Mar 8, 2018
Feb 21, 2018
I'm currently helping out my husband's business. I love especially updating the website because I have experience in editing my tumblr page before. Wordpress is different but still have some similarities. I'll make the best of this insyaaAllah.
Feb 9, 2018
Jan 2, 2018
Dec 25, 2017
Dec 23, 2017
I’m always curious and wondering how my friends are and what they are up to. Like I really miss them every day.
But then I got too caught up with my own problems to even ask. Yesterday was okay. I mean I only stayed at home.
See. My life is dull. Ever since working. Or 2016. Like there’s no life. Like it’s pathetic. Yet I know there are always things to be grateful for.