Kenapa ya gue lagi ngerasa aneh. As in, my stomach feels weird. And I know that's a manifestation of my thoughts. Aduh ga ngerti.

Shit.

Another point.

I hated him. Just as much as I hated him, I came to realize that by listening to him, he actually has some part of me. A large part of me. Like when he's telling stories, I often say to myself: that's me. me.

And I can't hate myself.

Or, let's say, it's hard for me to hate myself.

Jadi gimana ya.

Aduh.

Bingung.



As in, I maybe just need a hug. A warm hug.