One Busy Day

 

After I met pyschologist, she said to me to write it down what I felt that I can say it to people

And here I am, one day with full of tragedy.

I realized that not everyone is ready to be a helpdesk for others, also do to me.

Yesterday, i knew that my parents not leaving pray for me in the orphan, but my fckn brother and sister got it

Well 100% I'm sure I'm one of them that still here beside my parents

Yes, they think I'm strong enough with no problem issue in life

My fuckin brother came to me again this morning, not for saying

hey, how are you? are you having a good day?

He came to finish his phone bill cause he doesn't have any money.

Then, in the morning my friend came to me to say he had a bad day cause he get someone angry to him cause he picked to leave his company.

And now in the evening, my sister came to me to say our fckn brother want to borrow her money for some big amount to finish his other bills. 

Yes, I'm not ready to hear all of it. I also want to share my sadness to my self, and people takes my room for them.  Please let me some space for my self to speak with my own body.

Or at least can someone say to me like

How's your day?

Are you having a bad day?

No one