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.
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
You know, every memories that comes up to a person, everyday, is a big big thing to deal with.
I don't think I can handle it anymore. It's been months now, I should shake my heart out. Forget about everything. I should be excited for this, but no, I'm so scared and sad. December. I can't believe it's almost you again. I'm not excited. Not cool. Eventhough I'm turning 17 this year, I'm not excited. What's wrong with me? Do I really have to think about it that much? Does crying it out make things better? I know it's not okay. It's always going to be my choice, to be miserable about it, or not. Now I'm trying to make sense of all the little things that remains.
