"Just for a second there I was hoping to see a glimpse of remorse in his eyes, but I got nothing, not even the tiniest twinge of guilt for what he had done."

- he acted like nothing ever happened like he always does.

"Am I good enough? Will I ever be good enough?"

- a question I never want to ask but keeps wondering around in my head.

The lowest

This might be my lowest point ever because no matter how many things I throw myself into just to keep me distracted, they don't seem to fill the void that is probably gonna linger for a long time. Because as soon as I entered my room, it's all coming back to punch me in the face. And to whom I can run to now? To whose shoulders I can rest my head on? You've gone, forever.

Now here I am, still alive but dead inside. I don't know what else to do.

Teruntuk jiwa yang kesepian

Waktu bukanlah teman baik bagi yang kesepian. Ia merentang sejauh jarak rindu pada empunya yang pergi entah ke mana. Membuat segala-galanya terasa begitu lambat, ibarat antrian panjang di kasir yang tak kunjung usai.