It quite funny how empty i feel for these past few years. I don’t even understand why did i feel this way. I have a nice family, a roof to stay, foods to eat, money to spend, friends to hang out. No matter what i did to distract myself, only works for few minutes. i have never tried to suicide but i have the urge to attempt. I think the only reason that make me not doing it for real is because i am a muslim. yes, that is the only reason. The endless thoughts about everything got me screaming inside my soul every single day since i don’t have anyone to tell share with. I feel like no one care. Well, understandable though. Everyone have their own problems to solve. I just found this site today after reading a few pages of this one novel. Probably gonna use it to share my thoughts 🙂 #about the nice family, i am just joking, mostly my traumas was caused by them.