Sanctuary

I am tired. very tired.

Drained.

Emotionally, physically and mentally.

I canot sleep at night.

Some frenzs juz told me they have been following my blog. And in the process, they understand me better thru my inner voice.

I am surprise I have so many fans.

It is a place where I can sprout nonsenses, display my creativity when I have no one to turn to, when my frenzs are juz too busy to listen to me, where I can vent my anger, fustrations, grief, joy, hopes, thoughts...

It is my sanctuary.

Please dun question me on the articles I have written.

Ignore them.

Forget them.

Pretend you have never read it. Pretend you have no idea what is going on in my life.

It is a place where I sought refuge.

Where I pick up the broken pieces in my life.

I know too much saddness has happened to me recently. Too much complains.

I am coping. I am trying. I am fighting.

It is where I can recuperate before I can stand again. Fight again. Gather new hopes in me once again. See life in a different way. Reflect. And grow up further more. And oso to quench my boredom.

Gave me that priviledge will yer?

Dun judge me on that. Dun rule me out juz like that. I need to breathe.

Even if you dun agree, at least tell me a white lie.

I need it.