It would be no happy ending in my story this year. Back then,everything was so colorful from the beginning until the cold December ruined the entire year. I was having a rough patch. The same patch that I went through four years ago. I guess I will never have a perfect final year where everybody enjoying every single days while thinking that they will be graduated and leave the school soon.
I was so weak, same as before. Those words are so hurtful, same like before. It felt like being in a really bad dream. Damn I want to run and wake up so badly. I was miserable. I was so mad, and I know I have hurt many people around me. Sometimes I can't even understand it until now. Most of the time I console myself, keeping faith that everything will be back to normal again.
I went home, went out of the mess. I saw my parents' eyes, asking their bless. Though they had no idea what I was having through. I knew that I'm not alone. They are always there for me. Being in this circle of family is the best feeling in this world. And I want to make them happy and I promise to myself that I will drag myself out of this agony.
Yes, this is not the end. There will be a silver lining. One day I will know. And I still have faith. Cause I hate to break the promise I made.
p/s: 'When Allah who is Great and Glorious loves people, He afflicts them (with trials)' [Tirmidhi]'
'So verily, with every difficulty, there is relief [94:5]'
