Monday

Fuck growing up.

I spent my entire childhood wishing that I was older and now I already am, this shit sucks.

I don't know what sort things happen to me last night, but I've been crying quite so hard along my ride going nowhere. I felt vulnerable enough, you know, the feeling when you want to go back home but even you don't know where home is. And today I don't feel like going to campus, nor doing anything like it's Monday actually.

Why are people so cruel? That's what I've questioned to Pungky last night. She answered nothing but promise me to pinch the one who hurts me, well lmfao. Some certain people are pretty sure knowing I'm not okay, like Samuel and Dinda did, they keep calling me back to make sure I'm still alive. Or another virtual hug I got from Caroline, as I said to her I swear I hug her tight if only she were here. They proved me right, other than that I don't give a fuck.

I'm on crisis all over again. But this time, I know I'll be through it well because finally I could see that me myself is the only one I can depend on. So this is I'm telling you: if you only want to be my friend when you need something then leave when you don't, I don't need you.