I am 24 years old. 25 years old this year, and
I have lived these past 3 years for not being myself. I am not me. I am not the
best version of me. I am boring.
Setelah melalui awal umur 20an, ada banyak
event penting yang terjadi di hidup gue. Bokap gue meninggal ketika gue berumur
22 tahun, pada momen skripsi, yang meyakinkan diri gue bahwa, gue harus
menjalani hidup gue dengan benar setelah bokap gue nggak ada. (bukan berarti
sebelum itu hidup gue nggak bener), to be on track I mean, to make his dream
comes true. No pressure or anything, but I did promise him that I will be
something big. I will make my life great, I will survive on my own and be
successful.
