March 25th 18
Today is my last day in 18th. I don't go anywhere. I just stay at home. I don't do anything special. Like usual, i spent my holiday to do my homework and duty. I have so many clothes to wash. They have been piling up like a big mountain. But, i don't wash it. Because, my finger is painful. Whereas, tomorrow is monday. My schedule will be full again. And maybe i can't wash my clothes, but i don't hope so.
My 18th was so great. I did many things. I though many things. I planned many things.
18th was my year of graduation. The year of my enrolling to the university. It was the year of many sadness and happiness. The year where i let many things gone and i got many things new in my life.
Yesterday, i cried. I though, so pity i am. I had very big problem that i couldn't tell to everyone. I was angry. I complained. I wasn't grateful.
Then I though again. Am i correct? Am i the saddest person in the world? Why am I not grateful? I was crying.
But in my last 18, i think again. I am sad. Who cares? I am not happy. Who cares? Then I think again and again. I trust myself, the problem comes from myself, and happines comes from myself too. So, I should be able to control myself.
18 was my hard year. I passed many things. I could not get many things I want. But, I assumed that it was my process to be adult. I hope I can take the lessons from it.
Beside all of it, i was happy and i am happy
I will be adult although my face is getting younger :v
Today is my last day in 18th. I don't go anywhere. I just stay at home. I don't do anything special. Like usual, i spent my holiday to do my homework and duty. I have so many clothes to wash. They have been piling up like a big mountain. But, i don't wash it. Because, my finger is painful. Whereas, tomorrow is monday. My schedule will be full again. And maybe i can't wash my clothes, but i don't hope so.
My 18th was so great. I did many things. I though many things. I planned many things.
18th was my year of graduation. The year of my enrolling to the university. It was the year of many sadness and happiness. The year where i let many things gone and i got many things new in my life.
Yesterday, i cried. I though, so pity i am. I had very big problem that i couldn't tell to everyone. I was angry. I complained. I wasn't grateful.
Then I though again. Am i correct? Am i the saddest person in the world? Why am I not grateful? I was crying.
But in my last 18, i think again. I am sad. Who cares? I am not happy. Who cares? Then I think again and again. I trust myself, the problem comes from myself, and happines comes from myself too. So, I should be able to control myself.
18 was my hard year. I passed many things. I could not get many things I want. But, I assumed that it was my process to be adult. I hope I can take the lessons from it.
Beside all of it, i was happy and i am happy
I will be adult although my face is getting younger :v
Don't be sad kakak, Allah always with us🙏
BalasHapusSorry, Just unfaedah comment kakak😅🙏🙏