
Last day of 2014.
# Alright since this is gonna be the last updated post of 2014 so I'm gonna edit it. (OH YEAHHH FINALLY!) #
But it's gonna be a little different from what it used to be like. (P.S. it's not because of I didn't edit my post for decades till I have forgotten what it used to be like it's people just simply changed that's it. )
Please take notes,
I'm not gonna put any New Year Photo. So yeah life.
Holy Sweet Jesus, enough for the intro. So Hi? I know I know my bad for not editing so long.
P.S. I mean decades (YES I'm exaggerating.)
I don't really know what can I say...
I don't need someone to know me well, I don't need someone to always be with me.
YES I DON'T.
You hate the pain but I love it,
I may cry like there's no tomorrow, I may be hurt like hell, I may even lost my mind blame everything or anything on others or on every/whatever shit.
But you can never break me.
But in the end, I will always be fine.
I'm thankful for every single shit that have ever happened to me tho I may hate it in the process...
But seriously, thanks for making me unbreakable.
Nothing much to say here for the future me,
Cause I always know I will figure things out, always.
HELL? I'm already in.
But didn't you know hell is in where heaven is.
Find your own joy in pain.
Why hate it when you can actually enjoy it?
I don't actually have much to say...But I guess this blog isn't just for the 'sexy moody or idk too much I'm holding too much emotion me' to come, right?
I love it when those words flow out my of hands like they were actually alive.
Nope, they are actually alive. You know why I like typing and reading so much?
Because that's the only moment I'm being myself. I don't even know who am I but I'm just being myself.
When I'm typing I feel like my heart is speaking the voice inside my head will never stop like even my blood is talking to me. Like I can actually feel free.... idk no words can describe this feelings. Such a simple feeling but yet no words can describe, what kind of world we are living in? We are just so small yet so big.
And when I'm reading I feel like I'm living in that book and only books is real in this world.
I don't know why my heart choose to worry when I can actually throw everything away, but I guess that's what made me alive? So I'm gonna be half-dead. I will care if it makes me feel good, but nothing mattered anymore and yet everything is important. But it don't really mattered, eh?
Well, if you get what I mean, you must have been through a lot.
No, you will never get what I mean. This is my story not yours.
You may seems to feel it but no you will never feel it as deep as I do.
So I'm gonna drop my pen right here,
see you whenever I'm free to update bye *waving my hands in the air.*
(YES I'm aware that I'm typing not writing there's no pen but couldn't you be a little more cooperative?)
GOOD BYE!
(Ughhh finally)