Hey, It's 2015 already! It's been so long since I posted here! Although I know not many people read it, but hey, I still need to update it, right?
Anyway, I've been busy with school and exams lately, so that's why I can't really update anything. And tomorrow is another "practice" exam which I find really annoying, but oh well.

So, wish me luck, people!

Truth Will Show

Have you ever feel like you're being secluded?
Have you ever been ignored for your existence?
Have you ever feel like your well being is never been considered?
Have you ever been in a society where you don't belong?

Where you give your best for others' comfort and happiness, but yours always comes last? 

You do your best
to make people happy
to make people comfortable
to give them their needs

But yours--happiness, comforts, and needs--will always be forgotten. 

Have you ever met people who don't completely ignore you
but not completely accept you either?
Have you ever helped people so bad
but not appreciated?
Have you ever took care of others
but rather than they take care of you,
they choose to be selfish...
they choose to forget you...
they choose to only think about theirselves..

Have you ever been there? Have you ever been in that condition?

Because I have. I am, now.

And yet, I'm here,
suddenly awake by the time that passes by,
catching up the reality that I left for a year,
introducing the new me to the old people who don't understand my new perspective about things,
adapting, once again, to the old life,

And yet, I'm still here, slowly pursuing my dreams

I need to wake up, soon

"It's hard," I think

"It's almost impossible," I think

"But life must go on," people says

"You can't live in the past, forever," I know

"But the past is my dream. The past is my life!" I cried

"Yes. But you're not living in a dream world anymore," they say

"But how can I ever forget my dream? It's my life!" I shouted

"You don't need to forget.

You just need to,

Wake up."


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 I apologized if this post is really confusing.

Dear

I’ve never liked the idea of counting time, except maybe when I’m exercising, or cooking, and waiting for the breaks to come. Counting days, weeks, months, and years horrifies me the most. Sometimes, I just want to forget what date today is, what month today is, what time it is now, only so that I can enjoy whatever I am doing now without realizing that I will be going back home, soon. Dear oh dear, it is April already. Without counting it, I know that I will be in the plane heading back to Indonesia in two and a half months. Dear oh dear, Sitka is just too small to not be loved.

Dear 15 minutes-walk to school and 20 minutes-walk back home,

Dear sitting on the hallway with others for lunch because we’re just too cool to sit in the commons,

Dear seven periods Mondays that I love,

Dear second’s semester A day that never gave me homework,

Dear 10 minutes-change after school and 10 minutes-walk to the soccer field,

Dear the swan lake that’s frozen in winter and let me ice skate on it,

Dear, I just can’t write all the things

To be continued