what matters most

bismillah.

salam wrt wbt & hi!

for past the few years, i thought i made myself clear by letting the blog title says it all. and after those times, i realize there's no point in explaining in writing. people will listen what they want to hear, they see what they want it appear to be, and trust only what they believe.

some still say i don't eat. some say i only eat chicken and nothing else. some say i eat too little. and all i can say is there's no truth in it at all, none whatsoever. the ones who supposed to know that better are the ones who made things up. hurtful? yes. betrayed? sure. do i care? i'm just mad.

some asked why don't i work? i thought i was doing it. apparently to them i'm still jobless. hmm. there is a quote, 'being successful means something different to each person'. at least i think i did something.

there is a saying that says, 'to know someone, you have to live with them, travel with them'. but if you have done both but you still spreading lies about them, well what can i say about liars? they can't help it as if lying is their source of living.

this is supposed to be my happy place. i hate telling stuff that makes me sad. but 'it's not always rainbows and butterflies' ey as adam levine sing in his song. there will always be people who will bring you down, make you demotivated, even depressed.

the important thing is i'm writing as what it is, i'm being true to myself, and if people can't accept that, well that's just too bad. if i'm not good enough for them, perhaps i won't be a matter of concern to them. right? peace and out.