Tuesday, August 18, 2015

Friendly reminder

Look at those beautiful faces.
At their age, they've faced the world.

They're the strongest person I've ever known.
Believe me or not
They can hold their tears
They can hold the pain inside
They smile all the way they can, even tho everyone is dragging them down

"How they can be so strong?" I asked myself.

But at the night, I realized how fragile they are.
They cried, they hid they tears behind the pillow.
"Are you okay?" Asked me.
They kept the silent.
"Come on" me, tried to make them stop.
They didn't say anything.
Until finally they shake their head.
"No, I'm alright."

It just..
Hurts me inside.
How can I let everything went wrong without I even noticing it?

Fuck myself.



God, if someday I already gone..
Tell them I love them.
Tell them that they're the best present I've got in my life.
Tell them I'm proud of them...
More than anyone could imagine.

God, if you need them to be your little angels.
Just please, let them be right by your side.
Nothing deserve better than them.
Please.

Tuesday, August 18th 2015.
10:30 pm.
Indonesia.

-Me

Wednesday, August 12, 2015

Untitled

Mom is just too busy with her new husband
Grandpa is still trying those new technologies
Dad.... He barely meet us.

Who's gonna teach my sister?
Who's gonna play with my brother?

Lmao. They don't have time for us. Even to turn the TV off.

Probably I'm going insane.

Friday, July 24, 2015

Let's Stop This

Why am I smiling when I read his texts?
Why am I wondering what is he doing?
Why do I miss him this way?
The fuck.
It shouldn't be like this.
He cheated.
Why should I care about him?
I should've killed this feeling in the first place.
This is wrong.
I need to stop this.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Say Hi to Life!

Hi I'm back!

See, no one even visits this blog lol

It makes my heart break a little, tbh

But it's alright. I'm fine. As always.

Well, say hi to life!

To the real life.

Where no one really knows you

Where it feels like everything isn't made for you

When you don't know who you really are

I'm just..

I don't know, dude.

I'm sorry, I'm really tired.

I'm making myself. But the problem is, I'm afraid if I make it all wrong. Just like before.

I'm sorry. This is such a bad post. My bad.