Ugh, I hate being 3rd grader. I hate all those UN things. I hate all about preparatory exams for universities. I hate having no choice. I hate my duties for ART 43. I hate being alone for somewhat. I hate everything.
Literally, I hate being me at this moment.
I admit that I am a very sensitive person, and there is a time in a month where I get myself profoundly sensitive, which is this time when I write this post.
My bf canceled our plan for tomorrow, this was clearly not his fault. He's not guilty, but I felt my heart itching from the inside.
Take a look at this conversation (I translate it to English, it was in Indonesian, but I want his voice saying those words in Indonesian to be mine alone, no one can hear it. hehehe)
Him : "about tomorrow's plan... I'm sorry I can't make it. I have to blablablabla....."
Me : "........"
Him : "Is it okay?"
Me : (sobbing quietly) "Yeah, it's okay"
Him : "Are you sure?"
Me : (tears coming down from my eyes) "Yea"
Yea I lied. I've told him that I lied saying that was okay to cancel our plan. I understood his situation. If I were him I would have done so.
The point was when I was so sensitive that I immediately cried right after I heard him saying that he couldn't make it. The afternoon I was so happy thinking about meeting him tomorrow. I acted like a kid who is full of energy. I couldn't stop smiling. Well, maybe it's because I was too excited and happy that I finally have to swallow a very bitter pill in the end.






