I've been doing this again and again since I was little kid. 5, 6years old perhaps. I barely remember. too little to know anything happened around me. too little that I aspect the world to be damn so beautiful. little that I know I was wrong. so damn wrong.
my life was not beautiful. life is not a fairytale story. real life consist of family and friends. not to forget strangers. life is full of laugh, smiles, anger, tears and drama. hating each other is common thing. crying a river is everyday's life. laughing when a good things come and pretend the other tearing life does not exist for a while. yeah, I'm used to it.
drama. I've known that since I was a kid. from television, real life. it can be so scary or full of unload happiness that absolutely not realistic to human being. I have my own drama. Since I was 5 till now 19 going to 20. I should be a director aite? I did not forget a single of it. nothing at all. and remembering was not an easy job trust me. It comes with a package of tears and shivering as well. shivering? I'll skip that.
anger is something common. loud voices saying hurtful and hateful words to each other, common. hurtful tears wanted to be hear out, common. stories had been told, nothing was a secret, but those words were to painful. am I the only one hurting? no right? I'm not the only one crying that's for sure. but am I the only one with the hurtful memories? too pain to bear, no one to talk with, myself is falling apart. tears won't stop running. I do want to, really. It just did. sleepless night walked by making the stress even more painful that it already has been.
when will this story end?
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