Saturday, October 29


The truth is: 
Sometimes I want to be other people. Sometimes I just want to scream 'FUCK MY LIFE' and kill luckier people. Sometimes I think I hate the fact that I'm alive.

But then I look around. I see worst things, worst destiny of other people. Like those newspaper-seller kids, like those people with just one leg.

Then I think about my life once again, and deciding that I'm so grateful because Allah gives me life, because I realize that I have what they don't. And of course, because life is full of possibilities. (meskipun mama pernah guyon gini, 'kalo dunia penuh dengan kemungkinan, kita mau tinggal dimana? kan udah penuh')

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