As you see the title of this entry, yeah fuck my life. This is not fair. I need Hasyim and Naim. Only they can understand me and....Faris. How i miss them so badly. Today is the first day i worked at my own house. The second house. For your information, my dad has 2 house. Someone rented the second house for 2 weeks for catering. You know what, i never wanted to work there. Can you imagine that my dad forcing me without my consent. Why? I don't want. Please anyone understand me. I'm so fucking sad. Many of my friend their parents not allowed them to work. Why my parents want me to work? I don't get it. I want to work actually. I've search area shah alam, but they just asked me to put my number and later they will call but after 1 week i don't get any call. Then i just went back to my hometown and suddenly my dad forcing me. The work that i don't want and never like. Working with makcik makcik. Serik you know! Its doesn't means i'm not thankful what Allah gives to me like had a parents like my mom and my dad. I just feel like it does not fair at all. If you want me to wrk, i can work please asked my consent first or will try to find another work. If you are in my place you would understand my feelings. Don't just talk like a shit, you never know me! I've lost the one who always besides me. DOWN SANGAT AND CANT EVEN STOP CRYING BYE

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