Gue lagi seneng campur sedih soalnya temen gue ada yg mau for good balik ke indo. Hix. Gue yakin Anggi pasti kenal. Rico, gi, Rico. Gue telp dia kemaren n dia bilang dia mau balik ke sini hari jumat, disini 1 minggu, trus abis itu dia mo ke kuala lumpur trus langsung ke jakarta 4 good. Bt ga seh? Banyak bgt lagi anak Grj yg mau 4 good. Pasti bakalan sepi bgt neh. Hayaaa..... Hix. Sedih. Tapi seneng juga seh kemaren uda ngobrol 2 jeman gitu. He3. Uda dulu ah. Mo pulang. Laperrrrrrr......
Dreams.
Perfection is the stuff of dreams. If this is true, then I'm having a nightmare. I never knew perfect sadness is possible. You can't be perfectly sad. There has to be a bit of happiness in there somewhere. Or so I used to believe. The world loves to prove you wrong. It has a sick sense of humor. I am perfectly sad. Perfect sadness is the stuff of nightmares. I know of nightmares very well. I have chosen not to sleep tonight. I don't know when sleep will come. It's the dreams I fear. That's where I see him, all the time, in so many different ways. Compared to things other people have experienced, other griefs, other pains, other sufferings, mine does not compare. This is only a broken heart. This is only disappointment. This is only the pain I feel because I think things are unfair. I thought I was special. I wanted to be special. But I think he kissed her, and he hugged her for such a long time. Longer than he did me. And I realized the truth. I am not special. I am
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