Losing Jacky dog is like losing one of my family member.
House got broken into twice within months, once almost got my mum killed.
I am now having 2 midterm test within a week and an assignment to pass up.
Imagine the time i needed to prepare all these.
Every night my mind is playing with me, the feeling of losing someone you love, the mindset of holding something that you could not tell anyone.
Every night i feel afraid, i was having thoughts what and how would i feel if i lose my family members now. Losing Jacky dog made me realize how important safety is.
At the same time, i feel guilt.
The guilt the fact that i'm keeping a secret and did nothing about it whereas i should have done something about it.
College started and i merely gave up what i've had planned.
Should have done the right thing. Well to be fair, i still have a chance to do it.
There's always a but. But studies is going on and i never wanted it to affect my studies.
Another matter of guilt, i've treated someone really badly and really mean.
Now he is alone and when i saw what he was going through, my empathetic sense held up and the guilt grew strongly that i regret every single devilish thing i've done towards him withing months. Yes, i have been mean to him withing months until last week.
These are the thoughts that goes through my mind every single night after the second break in which cost me to lose my Jacky dog.
I can break down in tears if i want to, but the mind is not letting me.
I feel like holding a hard wooden stick and whack the shit out of something, well preferably the new Light Brown Saga car which named as WVU 7782.
I have a friend who i've known since high school.
He's always undermining people.
He's always taking friends for granted.
But i've chose to kept quiet.
All these shits have been going through my sick mind.
Sometimes i wonder why are all these going in my thinking process all at once?
and sometimes i ask myself does God even exist?
If yes then why aren't you doing anything?
Why didn't you give my family some peace?
My family have not killed anyone and why? Why do we live in fear?
Why murderers are out there living their ass nicely?
and why normal people which have awesome heart and humanity have to die in an ugly way?
God, if you are ever reading this (lol) please do something.
This maybe a low depression state, but honestly, i know i'm having it but i really can't seem to face it. I really can't accept it.
I know it is but my mind tells me it is not.
I need to get back on the right track.
My mind is killing me.


















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