9.15 AM

Pontianak, September 25

It's been 11 hours since last night. I don't if I could get through this. I still didn't believe I can get through that night. The worst night, absolutely the night I never want to come. It's been 10 hours since I cry. Everything is clear now. Pathetic. I said I was tired of crying, and said that I wish I could cry again. Now that I get what I want, I'm still wishing on something. I wish I could stand bravely with both my own feet. 

Maybe I deserved nothing, cause I can do nothing. Maybe I deserved the blame, cause everything I do was totally wrong. I just can't understand why God did this to me.


Now I'm not alone. Yeah, I'm completely empty.