While patting myself on my own back for my effort regaining memories about this account, I found these paragraphs I wrote sometime last year about being depressed, because of my thesis. I got to say, I did love writing. Why did I ever stop? So here the memory goes: Sometimes, I think, it is okay to feel bad about yourself. Setelah beberapa kali menghancurkan suasana, kepercayaan, dan mood orang, I think then, and only then, you can call yourself a mess. A massacre. Somewhat days ago, gue pindah ke tempat baru. Lebih nyaman. Lebih memadai. Gue bersyukur, selama beberapa hari. I feel like a new person, having a new life. Waking up earlier, feeling great about myself while the sun rays shine through my window. And my skin just absorbs it. It felt great. It felt amazing. Also this grey cable attached to my laptop brings the world's number one primary needs right now, internet. That "good" feeling only lasted a few days since my moving. Here I am now. Feelin...
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