❤ Sick, Sick, Sick ❤

God heard my prayers.
I want to be sick,
and HE heard my prayers.
Thank you God.

Dear sayang,
I bet you don't even know I'm sick yeah?
Yeah, you're a busy man now.
Very busy indeed.
No more time for me.
No more me.

Tak perh la.
Though it hurts,
I'm still strong.
I don't know why I'm still here.
Waiting for what's impossible to get.
Wake up Ella.
Or maybe EyLLa.

Maybe I should let myself just be EyLLa.
Being EyLLa, people respect me.
People treasure me.
People love me.
Being ELLA?
Everything she did was with her fullest heart.
But everyone treated it as if they are all bullshit.
It seems that she was not appreciated.

Dear love, why must I suffer?
I've did everything to make things right.

No one knows I'm actually suffering.
From pain and heartaches every single day.
and the flowing of tears every night.
No one knows.
Not even the person whom I love so much.

It seems tat this situation just hurts too much.
Nevermind.
You don't know.
You won't probably read this entry.
It's okay la syg.
I'm fine.
=)

❤ E ☆ L ❤ L ☆ A ❤