people think what they want to think. people write what they want to write.
how i write you in my story is the same way you write me in yours. the point is same but with different way of delivering, it makes difference. different me, different you.
we all have problems. all of us always thought that ours is harder than others. whether it's true or not, doesn't matter anymore. even the award for the hardest of all goes to you, this life is not a contest and doesn't give a reward. so stop blaming yourself and acclaim that your life soooo desperate and deserve to be pitied for.
why me so proud of my desperate life?
me is sick. for so long time. maybe words won't heal.
but, his words do.
dewasa dalam kebahagiaan iku luwih enak to ran, it heals. it slaps me that desperate is not the only thing i can proud of. human brain is designed to easily remember things that make hurt. but the point is, you choose to hurt, or not.
i used to. i did. but, i learnt from it.
hurt wont last forever. things that desgined to be broken will broke at its time and new ones recover it.
sun will rise. unsaid promise spoken. teardrops end (not really haha).
every story has a happy ending, if it didn't, it's not the ending yet.
so do mine. life moves on, cant stay with the same hurt.
happiness is a choice, not a result. dont expect it, choose it.
