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I just want to write again.

To fill up the empty space, to waste this internet byte, to share my life here. I think a part of me is lost in order to follow that man steps. This part of me. When I just sit here and type everything I want. Playing with all the words that I know to create a good impression of myself, to build by self actualization in this world.

You will never know how it felt. This is me that I left behind. This is me that I thought belongs to someone. But I’m not. I am who I am I want to be. I am moving forward but never left what is best in me. To keep telling a story.



This is me trying to find the lost part of myself. I not blaming anybody for this, I only realize that this is good thing for me. My life is changing, in good way. My life is move forward as it supposed to be. My life is new because the new chapter I made. But I don’t want to miss something behind because I enjoy making a new one. Eventhough I keep on struck finding the right way. The right way to tell this to you.

I just want to write again. To get comment of what I’m trying to say. To get criticized from my crazy thought about life. I just want to feel that excitement again. Even just for a second.

Because this is who I am. A hideous story teller.