i used to love blogging alot. becos its where i pen down my thought my feeling every single thing. it's like a space to vent on to talk to whenever and wherever.
till one day, people keep asking about my blogpost. why like this? why like that? who u referring to?
till one day i keep arguing with someone for not explainin about my blogpost.
then i got tired. i lost the drive to blog. even when i do now, it feels like i write mundane stuffs rather than inner thoughts.
reality is sad. it just is. i love to live in my own dreamland, believing only what i want to. but hey, it's time to wake up. it's time to see the world from a different view.
to me you were everything, to you what am i ?
everything? ha.
till one day, people keep asking about my blogpost. why like this? why like that? who u referring to?
till one day i keep arguing with someone for not explainin about my blogpost.
then i got tired. i lost the drive to blog. even when i do now, it feels like i write mundane stuffs rather than inner thoughts.
reality is sad. it just is. i love to live in my own dreamland, believing only what i want to. but hey, it's time to wake up. it's time to see the world from a different view.
to me you were everything, to you what am i ?
everything? ha.
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