Dear there...
Sesuai dugaan, finally time heals.
Ga ada kamu ternyata ada bagusnya juga, saya jadi ga addict sama seseorang lagi sekarang.
Saya juga jadi ga langsung uring2an klo lagi kesel.
Ga langsung ngomelin org krn org yg diomelinnya (kamu) udah ga ada
Ga terlalu manja lagi. Ga terlalu sering ngeluh lagi.
Mungkin karena kamu terlalu manjain saya (GR! Ahahaha)
Well,I know you still there but u don,t care.
Daijobu..
Boys just come and go like seasons.
Kamu juga sama.. Akhirnya pergi juga.ga aneh ko.
Yeah, gitu deh beb, kamu balik lagi pun, ga akan sama lagi kayanya.
We're too far.
Tapi kadang kangen kamu muncul pas makan siang..
Kamu baca ini ga ya? Kalo iya... Mmm..
Please say goodbye. Ok?
No need to explain. Just say goodbye.
Then I'm sure you're leaving...

bebi

I've confessed it to my friend that I like you.
I still like you even when you say that you had her.
Am I selfish that I want you to be mine? Am I?
Am I just an invisible 'another girl' for you...?
Am I just torturing my self by loving someone that I don't even know who before?
Am I blind by your words? Because each words that you type for me feels like a sweet remedy..
Am I too much?
You make my day with your own way.
And I addicted to you.
But now you left.
Without any reasons why...
Just left.
Am I that boring and that's why you left and close any way that I can take to reach you?
Even when you made big mistakes, I still in love with you.
What? Love? Yes.
I've typed that 3 little corny words for you.
But maybe you're not taking it seriously. I know.
And you must know that I'm jealous with whoever that close to you.
Call me selfish, call me spoiled brat, call me childish, call me juvenille.
I don't care.




I want you.

goodbye, natsu...

I hate the beginning of this autumn....

why? because the bright summer has gone,

leave me with the brown leaves that has trumpled on my feet.

they slowly falling from the trees and it seems like they whisper on my ear :

let him go...

you know...

you were just like a bird.. "tweeting" me..
remind me to feed myself..
accompany me while I'm working...
cheer me up when I'm down..
become my lovely flirty slave when I become the queen of the damned..

but, WHO ARE YOU?

you're NOT real...

and it's funny when I re-read your messages...

you still leave your extracts there...

and I want you.
here.
now.

but forget it.




bye.