Can’t believe im still so naive to put myself in this kind of situation again. Why does it always have to be this hard for me? What is this void? What is this void that I am so eagerly wanting to avoid? What is this longing that I am so desperately wants to be fill? What is this feeling? What am I feeling? What is this indescribable pain holding on to every inch of my soul?
Mannn do I love hosting. Theres something about hosting people over that just warms my heart. Knowing that it would be a place where people will rekindle back their friendship or any kind of ship just feels nice to me. Ni lah salah satu sebab why I want to work hard and earn more money. So that I can always host people and make my place as a place where my friends can come over for food and comfort. Inshaallah one day, a proper place specifically to host homeless and people who dont have enough to find good food and comfort. A place where kids can find not just food, but good, tasty, home-cooked meal.
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