I missed you grandpa, so so much. Today we gathered at your place and gramps was handing out the last of your will and money to us. My emotions are overwhelmed. I missed you, I missed talking to you about all my problems. I missed you listening to me whining like a small girl. Despite all, you will never scold me or complained about it. Gong gong, come back will you?

Everything is going so wrong these days, these months, these second. It is so hard to juggle. So so hard. Sometime I sit on the train ride home wishing the time would stop and allow me to think straight. Everything is really so so wrong. I hate myself for what i brought upon myself.