i dont know

i used to be so proud of myself of being able to write. hell, i even grow the pride to be a narcism by re-reading my blogs over and over, and still be able to love each and every single post that i ever written. but today, as i'm prepared to do something that i've been longing to do for so freakin long, my brain freezes. it frooze like hell.

maybe, vera is right. maybe, the thoughts that i used to write in the past was the fruit of something called agony. but does that mean, that i'm happy now?

i dont know. i really dont.

(setelah hampir 2 bulan ngga nulis, hasilnya cuma segini? sa.. you are doomed)