bizarre things

Siapa peduli soal kantung mata dan jejak tangis? Mungkin orang-orang akan membicarakanmu, tapi semuanya baik-baik saja. Ada aku kalau-kalau kamu menangis pulang sekolah nanti. Saat itu mungkin udara tidak sedingin pagi ini dan aku tidak akan punya alibi untuk memelukmu lagi. Saat itu mungkin kamu berkata kamu ingin mati lagi. Dan aku akan memintamu untuk berhenti dalam hati. Dan aku akan terus mengalihkan perhatianmu, supaya kamu tidak mati, tidak sekarang— karena kalau kamu pergi, siapa yang harus kulindungi? Siapa yang harus kupeluk pagi-pagi buta dan kuhalangi untuk bunuh diri? Kalau bukan kamu, lalu siapa yang harus kucintai? Jadi biar saja kita bangun untuk rasa sakit yang sama dan kepengecutan tiap kali kabur dari tempat tidur. Ayo kita terbang bersama-sama. Asal untuk cinta, sebagai satu-satunya amunisi melawan dunia, kenapa tidak?

October never been this special in past sixteen years of my life. Or should I say, before I met you. *** As a person who believed in Myer Briggs personality type instead of zodiac, I didn't believe what my sign said in first week of April. " Asmara : You will meet the love of your life !" I laughed as I read that part. (Wait why did I read that thing though?) Why would I meet the love of my life when I have met one? At least that's what I thought with my ex's face crossed in my mind. You know, this conservative girl didn't even understand what does 'love of her life' means. You have new message . What's gotten into whoever lined me? I just stared stupidly to my phone screen until I decided that I had to read that message because someone could be dying wanted a reply. 'Biy, laporan dong.' Dude, what? Who's Akbar K.H though? Did I know him? 'laporan apa?' I replied True, right? Why would someone I didn't kn

I miss you, and not in a "it's three in the morning, I'm so lonely and pathetic, looking through old pictures" kind of way. I miss you, but in a "my friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still haven't left my mind" kind of way. I miss you, and not in a "someone asked me how you were today and I realized I didn't know the answer"  kind of way. I miss you, but in a "nobody has ever brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about you."  kind of way. I miss you. And I don't just miss the idea of you. But I miss you .