home.

One of the best feeling in the world, isn't it?

I don't even know what to write. I sit here, staring at this page, and I don't know what to do, what to write. I'm just thinking, why am I here? Why everything should be this messed up? I remember one quote, "Home is not a place. It's People.". If that's true, then I don't know where my home is, other than in my mother's arms, where I feel so safe, secure, and everything will be just fine. A bit hallucination i felt for a second I lied there. I decided to go back home for several days, and I hope it would give me some rest when actually it just adds up more things to crammed my head. Where did I do so wrong? Why does everything had to be this fucked up in my life?

Hey you guys with so many works to do, I envy you. When you feel so lost, you have something to remind you that you're needed. At least to do the job that you do. God, stop punish me with things I didn't do. Terkadang saya bersyukur saya sangat kecil, jadi tidak ada yang bisa melihat air mata saya meleleh di balik kubikel yang luas ini.