2020.
The year we stop talking to each other officially.
The year I decided to completely try to forget you.
It was hard.
As always.
Like I never tried to move on lol.
I did.
In case you wondering.
But I learned to start loving myself.
I did love myself.
I was the happiest person that year.
It felt like I found an angel.
And that angel was me.
That beautiful, sweet and pretty angel was me.
I was the angel to my own soul.
I'm happy we brokeup.
I'm happy that I'm not insecure with myself anymore.
I'm proud of myself.
YUNANATION
A/N: please read from 2015 until 2022.
Ps:sorry that I didn't update right away, I just finished my quarantine.
YOU ARE READING
MY SUICIDE NOTEBOOK
PoetryDedicated to my family to read once I passed away so they understand my pain =) *it's not complete work of mine cuz I will update it each time I realise there's a flaws :') so if there's grammatical error please tell me on msg hehe
