The pain I can't handle.
Assalamualaikum w.b.t. I skipped, my last class. Because of sickness. I hadn't skip any before, even though I did felt sick sometimes, I came. But today, I can't even leave my bed. I tried to make the pain goes away with sleeping. And the pills untouched on the top of the table. I'm getting a little bit of emotional today, as this pain reminded me of my past. Everything that happened, when I was still a student at SMKAM2. Certainly, I doesn't miss everything and there were some regrets here and there. However, I just realise that, I had chose the wrong way to live. Would you listen? I miss the class of 3 Cahaya, 4 Bakti and 5 Bakti. I miss Mrs Hasimazera, who was the one who believed in me to get 9A, Mrs Salina, who was the one who convinced me I deserved my 9A, Mrs Asma, whom listened to me, my stories, those are my class teachers. I miss the other teachers that taught me or didn't. You can never be replace with lecturers. I miss Nur Aisy...