MINE MINE MINE!

In the name of Allah, the only one who knows exactly what I feel right now.


What am I up to now?


Tomorrow's wednesday, a good day for a big cup of ice cream since it's Pink Day in Baskin Robbins.
A good treat for depressing times like this ay?


I don't like having the thought that my home is going to be somebody else's soon.
I don't like having to let go of the only house we ever moved into which I can call a home.
At least not this way.
Felt like it was just yesterday that it was ours, now it's going to belong someone else. What the effing hell?
I know we have another place now, it's just not quite like home.
That was our house, our home.
That was my room.
That was our garden, where my bunnies used to play around.
That's our memories filling the air.
That's our laughter and tears making up the atmosphere in and around the house.
That's our faces who lighted up the entire house, once before.
I grew up there, it's where we went through good and bad times together.
That house is my sweetheart, it was everybody's haven. What would it be like if you had to let it go?
Melaka is not so far away, once in a while I do go there to visit my friends.
What do you think it would feel like to go there one day, and seeing some other kid is playing in your garden?
It feels like you just want to go in there and pull their hair and leave.
That's our garden, ours :'(
I'm sorry I have nothing so philosophical to say at the moment, nothing motivational as well.
I just want to keep repeating that it's mine.
It's my house, our home. IT'S OUR HOME DAMMIT


I know I should be writing something like this;
even though it's going to some other people's hands, I'm grateful we've been there,
been given the opportunity to feel so safe in such a comfy house bla bla bla whatthahell.


I'm pretty childish now at the moment, but who cares? I am, especially now.
Someone is taking my home away from me, from us, what would that make you feel?
It's where everything happened.
It's where my friends come and go.
Witnessing my happiest days, and weakest.
Witnessing my healthier days, and the day this whole freaking pain started.
It's where love struck me, and broke my heart for the 1st time.
It's where I lost some of the most precious people in my life.
It's where I learned to get back up and get stronger after all that's happened.
It's where I saw life in such a different way.
It's where the better, happier me used to stay :'(


Why would anyone be so cruel to do this to us?
It's ours.
It's my home.
It's mine :'(
It's mine.