My life is not perfect. You know what? This year was the toughest year I ever been to. Even baru bulan April. But I kind of smells whats will happening on my future. I'll be crying, hoping, missing, and LOST. I don't have the guts to move on strongly. I don't know why, its actually hurt. I always cried myself to sleep and woke up with the cuty eyebags. Im weak. Physically im big, looks stronger. But mentally, im totally weak.