Unwell

I'm not crazy, im just a little unwell.

unwell. dont feel good. maybe been through some things recently make me feel so weary so drained and causing my illness. but i think im tougher i guess. at least a little. but still, not that strong. faking strong. only being alone makes me feel weak and being afraid of the dark. i slept with the lights on. guess im traumatized. emotionally weak. physically turning weaker. i guess i need many things now. i need comfort. i need consolation. i need crowd. so that i wont turn crazy. so that i can forget everything.

sometimes, i really hate being weak. i dont like to behave like a kid. forever needing daddy and mummy. but i really cannot stand being alone now.

im so glad i have my daddy mummy with me now. nothing else matters. i feel safe. they're the only ones for my existence other than my dreams (which are not known yet). but i know im living for these reasons purely. other things doesnt really matter. because i cannot predict whos there and whos gone. but i know parents wouldnt leave me. and living for my dreams hoping i would get the satisfaction in life later on. i wouldnt want to hope on other things that might not come true. if i dont think so much, i would live life better.

thats for now. nothing else matters.