Crashing Out,

Oleh

 Assalamualaikum,


Semenjak dah masuk umur tiga-siri ni, aku rasa aku sangat-sangat malas nak berteka-teki dengan orang.


Maksud aku, if I need something, I will definitely tell out-rightly. Tak ada masa nak bagi hint ke apa. I'm an open book. Everything is laid out for you.


This week (third week August 2025) has been weird for me. Like, what the fuck?


Got sick. Reached out. Cried for help. Literally.


Then I crashed out. Cried alone in my car thinking "why?"


I held out my hand for you to take it because I was drowning. But you didn't reached out. You let me be drown in my own tears. I suffocated. My mind, is a really, really, really dark and cold place.


Shit hurts so bad I cannot think of anything. Tengok video baby dekat TT pun nangis camgampang. Argh I'm so stressed out. I hate this version of me.


Why eh. Why do I give people so much power over me ?!!?

My cortisol level is off the roof, I need to chill.


Maybe I will disappear for a while. It'll be easier to pick-up the pieces by my own when I don't need to pretend that I'm fine.


Well, I'll be fine, definitely. But I need time. So I'll fuck off of your world.

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