“Before I die, I want to be somebody’s favorite hiding place, the place they can put everything they know they need to survive, every secret, every solitude, every nervous prayer, and be absolutely certain I will keep it safe. I will keep it safe.”—Andrea Gibson, Bone Burying. (via blindthoughts)
Hey kids. How have you been? It’s been hundred of ages ago since I’ve written something in here. Busyness strikes -__-
It’s November 15. 16 days before December 1st.
I miss the old days. I miss studying. I miss working on all the things that I know I’m good at. I miss this black keyboard clinging on my little hands. I miss typing the words I want to say. I miss expressing myself. I miss reading. I miss blogging. I miss listening to the music that inspires me. I miss my good old friends. I miss all the things I used to do on a boring day.
Because now, everything that used to be special before.. Isn’t the way they are supposed to be. Having this work and hectic schedule brought me to a broader world. A world that I think I am not aiming for. A world that I am not ready for.
I know that things happen for a reason. I learned my lessons. Quite a lot actually.. But today, I want my narrow, peaceful and problem-free world back.