.:Sarang Nyamuk:.

In a group of numbers named year, was felt so much kind of feeling. Love, hate, angry, cry, happy, sad, hope, gave up came to me and filled my life. So many kinds of stories, when I didn’t understand about my feelings, I didn’t even understand what I have done. Who strengthen me, weaken me. Who maked me cry, maked me laugh too. I Love this year anyway. But we have to leave it and live in the new se ason and new greater year 2018 . 2017, I did so much mistake, and of course I feel regret. Hope I will never do the same mistakes in the next year 2018 . On the sideline between year, there was something strange and I   hope never did it again and never met it again. I hide the truth and told the lies. And now , the end of the year is telling me that I am not falling in love but I just wanna be loved. This end of year is realizing me that I can’t lie that I have had one love that will never changed. So much valuable lesson, so much story, so much time was spent. ...

I find a place so crowded. But I feel alone and suddenly so cold. It’s like Troupe of the wind comes and hugs me tightly. Tightly and sure like flock of the waves lick everything on the beach. Grasp s as full of vengeance and greed. I never meant to disturb the hives. Because I don’t wanna be hurted. I am too different for you. Even litters still got the prices and benefits. But I? I ask, Who prides me? My blood wads fastly, Really I am a skeptic one. I will and have always been so. But i t is not caused by goofy of me. I am not so. Actually, I have so much that I wanted to say. I just can’t tell because I am in a place where I shouldn’t go, the place where I never wanted to be…