Two

"You and me against the world."

I hope it stays that way.

One

I always wonder how depressed people have the tendency to commit suicide. I thought how foolish of them to even think about it. Well now I have that feeling.

Too miserable.
Too depressed.
Too much trouble.

All hope is gone. I'm sure no one is going to notice if I'm not around. After all, I'm just a nobody. So much things going on inside my head and my heart, I know I can't talk it out to anyone. I thought I got nobody to talk to and the only way out of all this misery would be to be dead.

But I was forgetting something. I forgot, there's Him, Allah. He's always been with me, waiting for me to talk to Him. I have been abandoning Him for so long, I forgot that I still have God to talk to. Maybe this is the price that I've to pay.

I now talk to God every single day, 5 times a day and I hope to keep it that way for as long as I'm still breathing. Regardless the fact that He doesn't reply directly to the things I'm saying, I know He listens to every single word I said.

I'm quite certain that if I don't have a good grip of my faith, my belief, my religion I just might be dead by now.