It's 2.08am, and I'm having this kinda feeling that makes me feel like a lil child.
I miss my parents and I feel like crying.
It's been 3 months already, since I started working here in KL.
But as the fasting month getting closer, I finally feel so depressed!
When I was in Melaka, having only RM1 or even just some coins in my purse won't be such a big deal.
But currently, I've lived with Rm4, and the worst was RM3 in my purse. No no, there were times when I have ZERO money with me.
Until I came to a level where I stop myself from texting mom and seek sympathies from her.
I have to accept the fact that I can't live with people granting my wishes all the time, forever.
That way, I will never get to learn to stand up on my own feet.
Yes, my first year having to berpuasa without my family around.
And my first time having to use my own money for my own Raya stuffs.
Insyaallah, I will manage on my own.
"Mama, papa, I will prove to you that I can be independent and won't trouble you anymore."