What Doesn't Kill You Makes you Stronger

I came across a piece of old paper in my closet. It was my diary, but I wrote it in a paper. I was looking at the clothes, and tried to decide what I was going to wear. Then, there at the lower side of the closet, I saw a folded paper. I took and read it. The next thing I knew, I laughed , and smiled. Let me type it down again.

March 1^st 2011

Tuesday, 01:28 PM

Hi there sky. . .

I’m glad to write this to you after all things that I’ve been through. I still find difficulties in getting my smile back. I mean a purely smile, without forcing. I don’t know what will happen to me; facing a blur view. Will it be continued? Or stop? I’m not even dare to guess, but I prefer to think that I’m coming back to my past. When I was a freshman in this school, and we didn’t know each other; we were strangers. . .

You might think that I’m too naïve. I know. Saying things that are not so me; running and trying to ignore the world, but suffering in the inside. I just can say that those are the best I can do, instead of letting it out. At least, I’ve tried to stand the pain, try to survive, and great thanks to Allah it’s much easier for me now, than a few days ago.

Yeah, I hope to get my smile back. I want to be the sun, and lighten the days of my friends, families and people who care and love me. I still have the source of strength to keep me strong, and I believe that God loves me so much. It can be the best way for me, for us. It does hurt, but I have to forget; let the room’s empty, close and lock the door. Then, keep the key in the deepest place.

                At last, let me thank for things that you have shared with me. Enabling me to feel strange feelings; feel the happiness. One of my precious experience. Thank you so much. . .

Well guys, what do you think??! That was me, I must to admit it. Nevertheless, I have changed. I am a stronger person now.