Sodara2 gue yg gue cintai dan sayangi di seluruh dunia, maap ye. Gue lage exam neh nonstop mulai hari ini ampe 14 nov. Jadi intinya gue musi lenyap dulu neh n gue ga tau kapan bisa balik. Hix3. I'm gonna miss u all! Jaga rumah bae2 ya. Try not to miss me so much. Aku akan kembali. Wismilak. Bubbye. Muach! *sun gede2 buat semuanya*
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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