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A lot of things has happened past two weeks.

My spirit has been tremendously crushed. It seems that no matter how hard I try to work around it, how much I sacrifice…to sacrifice a few minutes for me is still too much to ask. My messages are yet to be replied. A page a day. That’s all I asked.

There are other things that bothered me. There are other other things that have been bothering me over the years. Like someone whose crap has been tolerated over the years, but doesn’t even consider anybody else’s opinion or, let alone, their feelings and believe that he is always right.

It seems clear now that I’m never important to anyone. Even a letter desperately seeking help to a seemingly close friend three months ago is yet to be replied.

I’ve lost the will, the desire, the passion to carry on the fight.

It seems hopeless and useless to me.

There are three pleasures left in my life – the comic book universe I’ve created; watching Scrubs, Las Vegas and my other favorite shows; and of course, my happy place where she is there, waiting to comfort me.

Seriously…

If Allah were to take me away anytime soon, I’d gladly be taken away.