There are so many languages with thousands or even millions vocabs
Yet I couldnt describe my feeling for you in proper sentences
All I could say is
thank you for being exist, thank you for listening and responding, thank you for letting your door open when i knock and thank you for not being a wall when i talk. Thank you, thank you for letting me know you when you could just slammed your door in front of my face but you didnt. Thank you so much.
And thank God for everything.
Im not asking for extravagant things
I just want you and me
in a cafè,
or simply anywhere would do if you dislike coffee,
talking, chatting and laughing about our life
Is it too much to ask?
(Yes, it is)
I want to but im so messed up right now i dont want to bring you down with me i dont want to bring anyone down let me down here by myself.
You ought to put mask on your face everyday. An adult has to.
You put different faces until you dont know which one is the original one.
But maybe to solve the problem, you can choose the most comfortable one that you can put on. Its going to be your original face, the mask you use when you meet people that you feel like home.
Its not the bare face, its still mask, a mask that so comfortable on you to the point where you thought the mask is yourself.
Yet, darling, you never be your own self until there is no one there.
I’m curious what kind of mask you put on when you reply to my message. When we meet, someday, if God so generous to let us meet under His blessing. I want to know which kind of face I have to choose when I meet you. I hope its the thinnest one, the most comfortable mask I love to wear and I wish yours too.
trying to assure the cat who is stuck on the tree.
He know how to climb it but he doesnt have any courage to go down
I’m trying my best to courage him to jump
or climb down
“Hey you can jump into my arms, I wont hurt you”
But I know, deep down its me who is afraid
of his claws that might stab me once he jump,
of his reaction once he’s in my arms,
is he going to run away from me,
or let me calming his shaking body down, petting his fluffy fur and bring him home?
‘You have 9 lives like a cat, aren’t you?’
‘Cat? It’s cute but it makes mess everywhere’
‘Lol yeah cute and annoying’
‘I mean, cat is cute and you’re annoying’
I thought I know myself very well, but when my friends pointed out to me where did I do wrong, I couldn’t defend myself.
“You know, you have to be honest with yourself.”
I’m always honest, am I?
“No, you’re not okay. You are saying that you’re okay when actually you’re not. You said that you don’t feel anything when actually you did. If you were normal person, you have to snap at this person for disrespecting you. Just admit that your feeling is different this time.”
(yes sorry, sorry for posting depressing things again. I’ll be back spreading glitter and rainbow, I promise!)
his name is so beautiful that i can’t help but recite his whenever it appears on my phone screen
or maybe it is simple but I am the one who complicate things)
i’m smiling like an idiot, please help me
Hi for May 18th guy
When i wrote this, i already ask you about your birthday (I just realized your birthday was written in your phone number – oh wait can i joke about the 2 last digit as your birth year?)
But i swear when i wrote the original post, i have no idea about your birthday
Here it goes Ara being creepy part 87163728
I wish you have a belated year ahead. Not just a year but yearsss ahead.
I wish you’ll receive a lot of love from people that you love.
I wish you will always be happy.
(Its not everyday that your age will be plus a year, and im so so late writing this – its june 5th if youre wondering)
Thank you for making me happy even tho i never said that your simple reply made my day. Sorry for being annoying and disturbing, too, lol.
(And thank you if you read this and know that this post is for you)
i am being spoiled right now
and im not used to it
i keep asking for more
i dont like it
i dont want to be disappointed again
i dont want to fall again
i dont want to be a bother for people around me again
i loathe myself for being conscious
i hate those eyes
i hate the whispers
i hate my mind