I'm here. Dying. Crying. Can't stop questioning when this semester will be end.
But, finally. Here i am. In the middle of third semester.
I can't and i won't lie to myself that i am tired. Yes, i am tired.
I won't act like i am not tired. I won't act like i can handle everything easily. Cause i am not.
I don't know why this semester feels very hard.
I don't know why this semester feels so long.
I don't know why this semester i can be this weak.
But, at least... i am not quit.
But, finally. Here i am. In the middle of third semester.
I can't and i won't lie to myself that i am tired. Yes, i am tired.
I won't act like i am not tired. I won't act like i can handle everything easily. Cause i am not.
I don't know why this semester feels very hard.
I don't know why this semester feels so long.
I don't know why this semester i can be this weak.
But, at least... i am not quit.
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