I think I’ve been trying to trick fate with my mind. But it doesn’t work that way, does it?
I can’t tell you a story of stories about lies. Maybe, just maybe, time isn’t enough to kill memories and forgiveness didn’t really purify what is inhabitable. In a mysterious way, something uncomfortably hateful stayed, waited for the right moment to beat you up inside. Isn’t that scary?
Kamis. Hari dimana kamu harus datang ke kampus saat matahari sedang berada dalam posisi terbaiknya walaupun biru bukan warna terbaikmu.