it may seems like i only write during my hardest time, but well, hi!
i'm back, and i would say i don't feel fine.
tw // suicide, depressing thought
in my nineteenth laps of circling the sun, unexpectedly.
As my friend, Alif quoted, "Love is a wonderful thing," and indeed, it is.
i am back to track where i bounded to be, a conqueror.
It seems like i'm drowning in a gray-colored pool these days.
I was made to explore the world, or so i thought.
Because this is my first funeral in eighteen years, and all i felt is numb.
During quarantine, i changed a lot of things. Some of them make a major changes. Some of them.. meh, only for fun.
Me being an impulsive again, feels like i need to bought a new shelf. But to be fair, my old shelf (which i only use for 9 months) is getting rotten, take notes it made out of plastic and grid-shaped. It can hold my heavy kpop stuff any longer. Also my workspace is getting messy because i put a lot of stuffs.
