Letter to myself

Dear me,

Why are you keep saying you're okay while you're not?

Hey, its okay to be not okay.

You're not a robbot anyway, yeah in case you forget.

I know, you must be keep asking why?

why?

why this sh*t happens to you. I know you must be angry. You thought you were already stay on the track, but then you realize you were not stay on any track, you're just out of all tracks. Now you need to find a way back but you dont know how to start. The matters isnt about to find a way, even you can build your own way back. But ofcourse the matters are you need to raise your spirit, make your dream, do your act again right from the first stage. Then you told yourself, you're not gonna do anything cause you just too tired to repeat it.

Its hard isnt it?

Yeah, you're head chaos. 

Nobody see it? Ofcourse they're not.

Can you do it?

What should you do?

What god wants you to be?

Why it happens to you?

And all those question and the theory keep going on your head. 

You might say, ah, Im falling into the bottom, deep deep deep deep down here and It just too far to reach up there.

But you know you can do it.

You've been there, many times, deep down there, but here you are, you can find way back to the top. The more you did, the more you can. Yeah, I know this all f'*ck is theory is so basic that you can find anywhere. But no one will do those sh*t things, unless you. 

Its okay to tears apart, its okay to bleed. You know you're alive.  

Human are nothing, we all know. But, to try something, to be something, its our own to choose.