i never write about you before and actually you didn't do that much. you didn't do things that deserve a whole paragraph written by me for you but here i am, writing my very first paragraph about you, anyway.
i've been trying so hard to look carefree and happy lately when in fact i feel so low. i don't think i have any motivation to get me through the day. i just want to hide in my room and sleep because dreams are so much better dan calmer than reality.
but then there you are, in the middle of the chaos. you did not do much. you just listen to me and you told me that i can do things that may seem impossible for me. you told me that i'll do good and you wish me luck.
that's a really simple thing to do, but still, somehow, little things like that makes me happy.
and so thank you for being there, and thank you for supporting me, and moreover thank you for being kind.
from now on, in the middle of the crowd, i'll start looking for you.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
memoir(^○^)
Losoweand i'll give away a thousand days just to have another one with you. (a scribbled down wound of a pessimistic seventeen).
