they were in 2 different corners of a room.
fear gripped them and they fell apart.
not one could take it anymore. it was just the sound of sobbing that accompanied them to sleep.

mummy said, try not to allow any time for ourselves.
don't think too much into it. or it'll hurt.
but today, i did otherwise. i was alone at home and i cried and cried so hard.
because i thought and thought too hard.
i was writing wrong numbers on my amaths work.
honestly, i wasn't okay. all that i said today, it didn't sound like me at all. sorry to whoever-s.

I hate the smell of that ward, the menacing still air. i want gonggong to be out soon.

I pray, tomorrow will be better. yes, it will be.
With God, what's not?
Look beyond the bleakness and try to find hope.
Stand strong, don't fall.
Support me.

I felt God strongly.