Vent
So today I had this conversation with my former teacher back in high school. She was paying her bills and I was at the counter today. She asked me how long have I been working. And I said, this year is three. Then she asked why didn't you continue studying. I told her, I accepted into UITM on 2016, then my dad passed away so I didn't get to go. There was that familiar sad look on her face before she proceeded to say. That's okay, now u get to work and have a good job too, so everything turn out good. She smiled to me before she left. I smiled back at her though my heart hurts a little. I might be okay but I was lying about my pain so many years that I actually forget I was in pain the whole time. Time taught me to let go but I don't think I have.
