There's no point to any of this. It's all just a random lottery of meaningless tragedy and a series of near escapes.So I take pleasure in the details & put it on a story.
I'm a boring 21 years old girl living in a small but beautiful city -- Yogyakarta. Currently starting her career in a big corporate as a Creative Marketing Associate; trying to get through life one day at a time.
38.
I mostly hate to see my blog again. And I know you know why.
Yes.
Everything in this blog still thinks about you. Talks about you. Sings about you. And lies about you.
I don't need anything else but you. Right here, I am the old me. I'm not the new me. I'm not the highschool girl. I'm the juniorhighschool girl. I'm yours.
I don't like to talk about what happened, you know me.. I bruised easily, and you still treats me like I'm this grown up woman. I'm not. When will you realize that I'm not old enough to be left out and left behind without no reasons?
I miss us. And I know you know that.
It's pathetic.. You should've seen me now. Sitting in my room, in front of my laptop. Writing. Again. Finally. And I wished I don't write about you. But I can't.
It's weird.
Everything is different now. And I can't deal with those differences. You know me.. You know how I don't like to not being with you.
I'm still here. Still doing the things that I always do when I was with you. Sitting down. Writing. Crying. Pretending.
I thought I'd be find without you around. But I know you're fine, you seem fine.
I miss you.
I cannot lie about it. I Miss You.
Each day passes me by, and each day.. I get far away from you.
