rendah.

salam
bismilahirahmanirahim

the first half of March is/was miserable. it's a month needing to be written down. 
it threw me away like a piece of chocolate given to an anorexic, empty as a shed of snake skin we found on the sidewalk. i am disintegrating into fragments like bubbles drying up on your toilet floor.
i try not to count the days but the truth is otherwise. i wish i could smoke like a chimney instead of driving with tears falling off my face. cheyhh, drama!
i felt like a crumpled paper under the table instantly highschool all over again. you will never understand cause that's what i'm aiming for.

highschool. rindu korang sangat.