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.
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My mind is hell.
I hate myself so much for being alive even for a second.
I spend my days wondering if I even need to be here anyway.
My nights are the worst, I hear voices & see faces of hatred.
What to hold on to now?
With no one on my side, I have to be strong by myself.
But I wake up anyway,
Believing another lie anyway,
Searching for serenity anyway,
Until I meet another night
Where I lay down facing the ceiling
Wondering why this bothers me so much
Whispering myself, "I love you",
And go back to another corner of my mind
And continue the same ritual again and again
The next morning.
