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.
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..