Sunday, November 9, 2014

Emotional Week

It's been an emotional week for me and sometimes I reached a point where I couldn't handle it anymore. I cried a lot, like a lot. Many things happened this week and I couldn't do anything but stay still.
I did a great work for my job, I reached more than just a target, but it seems my boss didn't appreciate it at all. Moveover she even mocked me for being..... me. She told me to not be creative. It's like what the f?
It's went on all days straight and I even got stress out.
Forget about the works and stuff, I got myself a mental crushed thanks to certain people. Well, who needs heart anyway? You can be all mean and underestimate other's feelings. I think it's been an unfair week for me.

Saturday, November 8, 2014

Damn Encounter

This is the third time I had sudden encounter with you. Without any plan or thoughts I meet you again, moreover in a week straight! I still hate the way we bump, though. I hate it. I just hate everything about you. But you just there, looking at me like nothing happened.
"Tiga kaliii aja." You said with awkward giggle. "Sekali lagi dapet piring cantik."
Then you picked up your cup from the cashier.
"Hm."
I couldn't find the best answer for your ridiculous statement. All I want was running away from that damn coffee shop (though it's my favorite coffee shop) after I punch your nose.
Thank you for giving me hatred towards you, but no, thank you for burning that feeling again. Once again.
For whole my life, why can't I be free from your existence?!

Sunday, November 2, 2014

Shit Happens Sometimes

"Kepingan puzzle lama yang minta dimainkan, padahal sudah rapi tersimpan dalam lemari. Kunci atau rantai kayaknya nggak bisa menahannya keluar lagi."

I thought it would be different if I ever meet you again. I thought it would only hate I kept for your existence. I thought all would be different. That, once again, my predictions and ridiculous thoughts were only a play toy. You came unexpectedly, out of nowhere. Even when our appearances were beyond different I came out knew it was you and so do you.
That voice. That gesture. That eyes.
Things I already forgot, buried under the solid feeling named hatred. You put down your phone, hung on your call, and stopped your step. In a second you destroyed it all with one simple calling.
"Deb...?"
You called out of curiosity, making sure if it were me.

Oh shit.