2025, you were not easy, but you were meaningful.
Tahun ni ajar I satu benda,
tak semua kisah perlu happy ending untuk dianggap berharga.
Ada bab yang patah, ada plot yang I sendiri hampir give up nak sambung.
Ada hari I tulis dengan senyuman,
ada malam I diam lama, wondering
“do I still belong here?”
But I stayed.
I wrote anyway.
I survived anyway.
I learned that words can heal…
even when the writer is still healing herself.
Some stories I finished, some I left hanging and that’s okay. Not every chapter needs closure right now.
To those who read my stories,
yang sabar tunggu update,
yang tinggalkan komen walaupun satu ayat,
yang percaya pada dunia yang I cipta
thank you for choosing my words, when you had millions of others to read.
So as this year ends,
I’m closing this chapter with gratitude, not regret.
With hope, not pressure.
May 2026 be the year
where my stories find their way into the world,
where courage meets opportunity and where a dream turns into something real.
I don’t ask for perfection,
just the strength to keep going,
the patience to grow
and the chance to say one day,
“I made it. I didn’t give up.”