I made my mom ashame of me.. last year.. urgh..
All those words that I've thrown, all those agony that I've done.
It'll come back to me. What comes around goes around, yeah karma really rock.. shit --'
Mom, let me transfer, please let me. This year, I made you ashame, AGAIN T_T
I'm sorry, I couldn't make it. I can't be a good daughter, I can't be a good friend,
neither a good person. Dear Allah, Imma really a bad slave. I've dissapointed you..
Cut my throat, throw me to the sea.. I've done nothing to make you proud. Nothing..
Crying won't make things go better, but things won't go better without crying.
I'm not crying.. No, I'm not.. Okay I am *crying*
Im sorry for those agony, apologise me for all my faults. Throw shit at me, that'll satisfy you.
p/s: Allah did everything for reasons. Don't blame Him when he already made His decisions.
