This Christmas is not merry for me at all. One bad news after another. This just further proves my belief that bad things don’t come alone, they gang up together and hit you all at once, hoping to catch you completely off guard.

Being a child is good, at least they get to forget their unhappiness very quickly and stay happy most of the time. Sometimes I wish I can go back to being a child, when I have nothing to worry and feel sad about.

It’s Christmas Eve today, yet I feel so reluctant to let time pass by, because one day over means one day less.

Merry Christmas.

Feeling so messed up. Seeing someone who matters alot to you suffering is an immense torture. The fear of what is coming is worse.