I’m Not A Girl I Used To Be

I smoke.
I drunk, but now in recovery.
I wear shorts and tee.
I believe in God with a different version i used to use.
I love my Dad with my shouts, my hatred, my tears, but also my prays.
I try to be critical, but it becomes cynical.
I’m not easily forgiving, because i used to be too often ask for apology and most of it are rejected.
I lost some of my idealism, because i am forced to give up to reality by my used-to-be-only-one-idealist-figure.
I’m cursing, but not really mean it. It just sounds cool, hahaha.
but..
I’m pretty sure i still have my good and pure heart (not literally, because my heart-literally has already fill by smokes). But, please. Don’t judge me that bad. I still help a blind-man crossing the crowded and blind street. I still respect elder people. I still love my family, so damn much. I still pay my kost-kostan bill. I still let elder people for having my seat in the bus. I still.. and i try to still.
God, I miss my Mom..




sekar, is there something wrong with you.. ?
dont forget, there are much people that loves you, care about you, and maybe can help you — if you think you need someone but you dont know how to find it..
maybe it’s just my stupid-sotoy-dan sksd thought, but..
well, i dont know what i must say..
but remember, we’re still here sek, ga peduli waktu dan tempat yang memisahkan kita. kita semua sayang sekar
btw, mungkin lagi2 kesotoyan gw muncul, “kita” dsini pasti lo lebih tau artinya daripada gw, hehe
kl komen ini mengganggu lo, dihapus juga gapapa sek
i miss you
hm, gak kebayang