Grandpa is finally gone..on the 10/10/09 6.15am..
And i'm back to square one..with the same routine everyday..
Every morning wake up,wash up and head to school..
It has been the same old thing for the past two and a half year..
But there's something different to it..
And that is,every Sunday use to be able to see grandpa when i went over to grandma's place..
Now,its so much diff..Without his constand cursing and swearing at everyone..everythings seems so unusual,so quiet..
Compared with the past,i rather stay in the past than now..

Currently,anything and everything is so fucked up..
More problems arises..
But i kept it all to myself..
Its so hard to tell anyone,because none are in my shoes..
And i hate the feeling when i've so many problems bottled up in my heart..
As though the bottle might break anytime..

I'm so not me..so not original..
I look happy all the time..but am i really that happy or am i just trying to find ways to cover up my sorrow? I dunno...

Sigh.......