Mmmm...

Udah lama gak nulis ya? Janji belum ditepati udah keburu gak mood duluan buat nulis. Aaarrrrrrggghhhh >.<


Dibatalin aja lah yaa..gak jadi cerita tentang Paralayang itu...males... *ngomong sama siapa nih?* *kumat gilanya* *butuh obat*


Trus mau nulis apalagi ya ini? Macam ababil aja deh.. :'( *bukannya emang iya?* *emang masih abg?* #ehh


*deep breathing* Kampus buruan libur deh...pengen peluk ibu. Kangen bau rumah ane. Kangen bapok juga. Fyuuhhh...pengen bisa balik jadi anak kecil lagi. Jalan-jalan sama bapak, makan kembang gula sampe belepotan.  Bolos sekolah, trus ngajak bapak bolos kerja juga. Main ke pantai, cari cumi. There's nothing to be thought. I really miss that moment :'(


At that time, when anyone hurt me, my father always protect me. Save me. Always. I go to my father, told him about my stories; bad or good. With anger or happiness. But now, when someone hurt me, inside, i can't tell it to my father. Can't tell no one. Just crying while writing this. Taste the bitter alone. See? How pathethic. I choose this one than my own father. See how age can change me. I really miss the old me. Damn.