Minggu, 12 Februari 2017


Life is pain, highness. I have being the last but not least. I have being the first but not the begining.

Being Awake. The trouble is, depression is horrendously painful. The pain that makes pain scream.
Make me awake at 3 a.m.  Bad dream.

Being a sleep. The trouble is,
I hate being alone, i hate to feel that pain everytime, so I fall a sleep.
A lot. When Im happy I sleep, When Im upset I sleep more. Sleep? Does it really really cure the pain? Kill the loneliness? Or.. It just hurt me more. Over and over again.

And knowing this, I feel very, very tired. It’s true, depression will make a person tired regardless, but I suspect my mind, knowing of the relief of sleep, urges its presence rather strongly.

Jumat, 03 Februari 2017


How come our marriage will be held on the next month?
Are you ready for this? Am I really really sure to our relationshit? Oh sorry, relationship. How come? Why married? Does he loves me? Does he really really there for me? Or just he want to break me twice and goes on. You know babe, i need someone to be really really fair in the relationship. Fair and love me so much. "Fair." Please read this word correctly without plus "a" in the begining. And.. You read this "afair". No.. Please. But, how come you keep lying so much  when i knowing so much? How dare you.