Draft.
Assalamualaikum.
Finally after months, I feel like writing here again. I have some work to do but, of course, procrastinating. In my room now, listening to some melancholic songs that bring out the writer in me. Fairy lights on, my room smelled so good because of the air freshener I just bought yesterday. Just now it was raining heavily, but not right now. What a weather. But it's better.
So I owe this blog a birthday post. Haha actually I, I don't really want to go through that day. I will just skip it if I can because I know, it's not going to be any special. It's just another day, why do we need to celebrate it every year? As long as I'm with my loved ones, I'm okay. That will suffice. I don't have anything to tell so my birthday just come and go...like a usual day. When that pretty little thing arrived. I didn't expect it at all, you know. That someone will give me a birthday present after all these years. At that point I feel contented and also I feel that I've wronged you so many times but still, you're here. Whenever I want to move on. Whenever I want to end things. Whenever I made my decision without thinking about your feelings. But on top of all that, thank you for all your efforts (T^T) thank you for still be there for me. Thank you for still wanting to make me happy. Thank you for the countless texts that made me feel better.... and a lot of things more that I'm just going to save for myself and tell you when the time is right.
(this is something from my draft. maybe a month ago. i will just post it here. maybe for you to read. maybe for only me to read. maybe for no one.)
Finally after months, I feel like writing here again. I have some work to do but, of course, procrastinating. In my room now, listening to some melancholic songs that bring out the writer in me. Fairy lights on, my room smelled so good because of the air freshener I just bought yesterday. Just now it was raining heavily, but not right now. What a weather. But it's better.
So I owe this blog a birthday post. Haha actually I, I don't really want to go through that day. I will just skip it if I can because I know, it's not going to be any special. It's just another day, why do we need to celebrate it every year? As long as I'm with my loved ones, I'm okay. That will suffice. I don't have anything to tell so my birthday just come and go...like a usual day. When that pretty little thing arrived. I didn't expect it at all, you know. That someone will give me a birthday present after all these years. At that point I feel contented and also I feel that I've wronged you so many times but still, you're here. Whenever I want to move on. Whenever I want to end things. Whenever I made my decision without thinking about your feelings. But on top of all that, thank you for all your efforts (T^T) thank you for still be there for me. Thank you for still wanting to make me happy. Thank you for the countless texts that made me feel better.... and a lot of things more that I'm just going to save for myself and tell you when the time is right.
(this is something from my draft. maybe a month ago. i will just post it here. maybe for you to read. maybe for only me to read. maybe for no one.)
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