19

I realized that not everyone can achieve what they dreamed about. If it is meant to be then it's good. If it doesn't work out, there's one way to choose get the move fucking on. I can't remember the period of time since my last day in Kuantan. A stop by of heaven's garden. I am 19. i am alive. I can't think of my future. Law is in it. English literature too. My passion on reading novels is blooming freshly and beautifully. I think I have become matured? Or so I thought. I became realistic. My thoughts are somehow reassembles the stars that float in the infinite skies and cant ever be fathomed into the constellations. My mind only think of freedom, fresh air, waters, laughter, sun rays, rains, grass, shades, skins, sweats, sands and the smells. Life has come to test us, give us the opportunity to live it to its fullest. Life has come to me like a grenade. Explodes in front of me, unharmed me but only my paths. Then it let me figure things out by myself. My life has become puzzles. To get things together, i often scarred myself. Leaving flaws. I am living with it. I am planning to go for an eternal trip. It's not paradise or hell. Anywhere else other than this. I do not know what am I writing but I hope you got my messages. I am breathing regrets, pains, depressions, happiness, sadness, ignorance, fresh faiths and zero hopes that comes together to push and pull inside of me. 19. Made of Him. Still keeping my originality.