a story about:

To the broken-hearted girl, You may not know that this world has a lot of happiness you have forgotten. This world would treat you better than your lover. This world has something to tell behind everything happened To the broken-hearted girl, Don’t zooming your world onto one object. You may see everything clear when you’re lil bit away. You seem so weak with the tears in fact you’re not. To the broken-hearted girl, Its okay to be broken. There will always scars to your beautiful Because when you got another wound You deserve another bound.

I spent most of hours hugging and kissing. I spent most of days complementing and being complimented. I spent most of days thinking what can I do for everyone. I spent most of the months planning holiday with someone. and now Im turning the face. doing all the things in vice versa. spending hours to hate. complementing someone who's worth to. thinking what people can do for me. secretly planning and wishing that I will have my solo holiday. Pathetic, yes. but they dont care, they say. why should I?

I was really sure that so many people would ask "how is it?" they meant to be here, like this. wearing something people dont. hold something people dont. use something people dont understand. and for all the questions. How is it? Strange. because finally I realised that Im really far away from home. from where I started all this. I wasnt really sure to share how is it. because I didnt really feel it. but by this far, I could thankful and grateful enough that everything went so smooth and easy. eventho, Im missing my positive circle before. My supportive discussion circle. my friends. friends who really listened. friends who never leave. ehe ehe ehe yea, its true. kinda missing the clique I used to hug.

In my life, there is no such thing as making people stay. you can stay, as you please. you can go, if you need. dont complain about things on me that doesnt fit me. I yell and I dont care. People around just make me sick. no one wants you to be here. why are you staying and complaining? reply, why?

I ever wonder if i could wake up every morning without feeling guilty of leaving people behind my story. I really want to bring lots of people with me. tell them my story and be part of my story.  but instead of getting really happy, Im getting really sad --of bringing them around.  because sometimes you brought them by leaving another one. your capacity wouldn't grow any bigger. you cant make 10 toast if your toaster could only handle 5 of it.

I really want to have a good life. having time to have tea at a park. complete friend around. lying down on a grass. and take pictures of bestfriends. isnt that good?

Is it okay right to lie to people we trust? It feels so good right to lie and leave? I know it’s so great to be with someone we lied to. What will beat the feeling of lying to people we love. I know baby. I know why we lied. We’re just so afraid of letting go We just so in love We just want to protect. I know baby. I know we feel bad. We’re just afraid they will find out. We will get busted on the right time We will be fine afterwards. Nothing can hide something from anything. A lion will sniff on their target. Police will shot in silence. God will forgive while we hopping, right? Its fine Lie as you stand. Lie to the people you love. Lie to the people you trust Lie to the people you really want to keep. They will not going anywhere. They just will know, and be silent.

Long distance kinda sucks, no? 326 miles apart isnt nothing there are lots of things Chatting... Timing... Priorities that missing were all mixed up into troubles and arguing. I skipped the day after you left I dont take pictures other than your lens I dont laugh or even giggle on someone else's joke I dont have days after you left No sun or even the moon No hate other than love. I got no time to hate anybody because sending love to someone away is quite busy.

I am so amazed about how people can bring so many memories Like a time machine, like a ship that never feel the edge We can be so far away separated, but there is always a line that we can finally meet up and feel the pain and laugh again. And we will finally realize that we accepted so much love earlier and we amazed how could we be that amazing. People are so cruel yet entertaining. Like how they can make us laugh about the memory they can serve. They really don’t want us to grow as we are now. *Laughing* We really don’t need to grow up, do we? I wouldn’t be so surprise if actually growing up and adultness is only a conspiracy of people who couldn’t stand any longer from where they are standing. People really come and go, yes. But they never forget, like you do, girl. They can remember everything you cant. They can accept everything you cant. Don’t underestimate people. They are also human. Like...

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I was about to give you my heart. and you were gone like you wait for nothing. I was about to worry for us. and you gave me zero chance to make such an 'us'.