20190813;
Tue; 0146; keep secrets, they say
I keep
secrets as long as I want.
“Acah –
acah tak nak bagitahu orang konon. Eleh,”
“Takyah
poyo sangat sampai nak berahsia bagai,”
“Buat apa
la nak senyap sorang sorang. Apa function nak berahsia? Lagipun dorang bukan
nak tahu sangat pun pasal kau,”
They said.
I have no
intention to bother what people say, or judge, or have that weird look on me
when they knew about my condition. They didn’t want to know how I was doing,
but they poke their nose into every angle of my life, spat a bucket and leave.
I, too,
have my own room to lock. I have the key and here we are. In the state of me
being ridiculously shutting up my whole face so that I would concave my own
inner self into deep thoughts. As outlaugh it is to you, but not for me. This
is my own space, my own world that I’ve created long time ago and I have no
thoughts of inviting you in. So, announcing it out loud is me telling you guys,
‘This is the line between my world and you the stranger, so never cross the
border. Don’t even come anywhere near.’
I, also
have no intention of telling you guys about my current situation. Be it happy
news or sad. Or sharing disappointments or rage or ranting or small sighs. No. Sorry, but not sorry. I don’t feel like it. So back off please?
