Nur puteri

I want to go back to the time when the only thing I was worried about was missing one episode of my favorite cartoons every afternoon, where the only load I carried was my backpack full of books I don’t really use at school. Moments when the only exhaustion I felt was playing too much outside the house with my playmates during the weekend.
          
          I want to go back to the time when life was simply about discovering, making mistakes, and learning from them. I want to go back to the days when I didn’t care about my scars, my crooked teeth, my body, my unmatched clothes, losing friends and changing dreams every week, or sleeping on our couch whenever I wanted.
          
          I want to go back to that feeling. It’s like home is where nostalgia sits quietly, looking at you and telling you to slow down, for you are young, energetic, and capable of relearning things.
          
          Now, I feel like I am tired. I feel fazed. I feel in a rush.
          
          I feel like I am too old to start something new or sometimes, too young to be good at something.
          
          I miss the comfort of my childhood.
          I miss the times when the last thing 
          I worry about is being misunderstood.

Sakit hati dengan orang pun ada tapi tak apa aku sabar je orang buat aku mcm ni orang Zaman sekarang ni suka cri salah orang lain kalau rasa diri itu baik sangat ok lah jangan suka cri salah orang lain kalau diri itu pun tak bole nak jaga kan
          
          Kalau rasa diri itu baik sangat tolong lah orang lain kan jangan suka ckp je kalau tak tahu masalah orang lain kalau aku pun tak suka juga nak ganggu live orang lain aku pun ada hati juga
          
          sampai bila nak gaduh dengan orang kalau kau pun suka ckp ckp Asal orang lain tak elok lah mcm itu kan nanti orang ckp apa pulak kan jaga lah diri itu tak baik ckp ckp kan orang lain...