Tuesday, 5 June 2018

Talking

I need someone to talk to. I've talked to sister, I've talked to boyfriend, I've talk to dad, no one seems to be the one that I looking for.

It is true that a mom's presence is the best thing ever. She'll listen to me. Even if she didnt give any solution, I'll still feel better when I talk to the right person.

She is gone. And no one can replace. Right now, in most of my decisions, I take responsibility for every move. Even she is not physically here with me, but I know she still all around me. Protecting me.

After that moment, the more I think about my Mom, the more I agree about how big our God is. That I want to be always in the right path that lead me to Him. I am not a religious person. My mom did. I was a rebel.

At this point, I always seek power from Him.  Is this a turning point? Of course. How can someone not change after a serious moment
happen in his/her live. It just: many don't see. Because only me had ever experience it.

I tend to avoid talking about my mom in between friends, because I wanna be cheerful and enjoy the moment. Once you bring the topic, can not lie, I'll be sad instantly.

Hey, of course, I'm also a human.
I need someone to talk to.
To tell that in this happy smile, I hide a deep sadness. But I choose not to because that's too pathetic. Why should I drag, say my boyfriend, to this sadness. Let me be this weak for a while

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