But it doesn't last long. Every single month, it always happens. Till now, it still happens.
How I always wish I would have a proper family.
Now, when things happened I'm to be blamed. And it will always be me.
Help wasn't being appreciated. No one listens to me as if I'm transparent. I'm the bad guy now. And, my bad temper is back.
Facing cell group members or the church, it's almost fake as if I'm happy. But inside, nothing.
However I wished, it would become worst day by day.