YEARS

There's more, by a week.

There's plenty, by a month.

There's many, by a year.

How about 10 years?

10 years ago, i was a girl who just lost her father.

And still tried to keep every pieces of her strength back to her.

I was a new-coming girl to a city. A lovely city that i never thought i'd love it so much.

Tried to reach and be friended with new people.

Live with new family, even still my family tho.

I dont really like something new. But it was everything new.

I tried to start like those new things. And worked.

And today, i still here. With those things that once felt new for me.

Now become things i like, i love, and enjoy.

With those people who once felt like strangers, now i love them so much.

With friends that once i felt so awkward, now i can laugh hard with them.

I start to have good friends, close friends, and bestfriends.

I'm glad i still keep in touch with most of them, my good-close-best friends.

They keep me alive.

I start to have crush on several boys. Which is, they were nice boys haha.

I start to learn, how does it feel to like someone but you cant grab them close.

I start to learn that for several reason, there are things that we cant have. Even we think we need it for our live.

I start to learn everything.

Those 10 years.

I have a very good years.

My child phase into teenager phase.

And i almost leave my teenager phase now.

How fast?!

And to mention my father,

I always am hoping he prouds of me.

Even i'm a freak, crazy, childish, little brat.

But i love him so much.

And my mum, family, good-closer-best friends.

I hope i never turned out become someone who kick their heads someday.

Well, i wont :p