Breathing In Mud .

Believe me, the content won't be as filthy as you think it might be. 

Assalamualaikum to my loyal readers. A week has passed. And my fingers are still in the best condition for this post. No need to explain about every single thing that happened for the entire week. Just nak inform, I did go home by commuter and bus yay I'm a big big girl now.

So, breathing in mud. Breathing.... In.... Mud... Yuck. As filthy as it sounds. But that's reality. Reality of this world. What I actually mean by mud isn't that grayish slimy thingy, but this kind of situation I am enduring. When we have to keep on breathing, no matter how gross the thing is. You suck in that grayish smelly thing inside your nose, flowing in your throat and goes straight to your lungs. Spit it out, they'll call you a loser. So you keep on sucking it, and you think you'll win? They say, the winner are those who are brave enough to go through the worst thing and never really care about how hard it might be.

But how exactly do we have to pretend like the mud isn't that bad if we keep on spitting and crying over the mucky thing. You are left with no other choice. Breathe it in. As long as you are breathing, no matter how horrible your lungs are crying for help, just breathe it in. Pretend like you are actually sniffing the scent of vanilla. Life, full of lies, so why worry? Why bother to inhale the best fragrance when you just hate the sweet scent because you often think you don't deserve it. I don't deserve the best fragrance. Because nothing can really lingers around me for a long time. They flew away. Or trying to avoid me. Perhaps I'm too insignificant.

So... who's thirsty? I need a glass of confidence. I've lost mine.