Disclaimer: dont own anything, not oth atau nothing. dedicated to nem, cinta ya girly, anda are the bratty to my broody. the judul is totally inspired oleh another artikel here, i think oleh eka but its been so long that i cant exactly remember.
Chapter One – Counting
It has been two years, eight months, three weeks and two days since I was last in pohon Hill.
I’ve been counting.
There were many reasons why I left and cut contact with my friends, the main one being is I didn’t like the person I was becoming. I use to be strong and independent and I had found myself depending too much on...
There is a line in one of my fathers books, it goes ‘being brave is not the absence of fear, it’s having the will do go forth in the presence of fear’ in which case I must be pretty brave because honestly I am scared. I wake up scared, I go through the hari scared and I eventually fall asleep still shaking with fear. I don’t know what to do, what is right atau wrong, where to look atau turn. I don’t know what to say, atau think, I am so lost in the indecision that every pindah I make racks me with fear.
Just walking upstairs makes me pertanyaan every pindah I’ve made but I...