jabberwocky

So that i could protect the people i care about.

and those that i love.

And when i want to be back home, in Jakarta, i know that something really wrong with me.

I always thinking that this IS my home, right here, in this 3x4 meters room. And being in Jakarta, never comfort me like when i’m here. Because so far, i got anything that i needed, right here.

Im in pain, i can’t tell why. I like having someone to lean on, but i hate it when i started leaning on too much.

I hate it, because it kills me when someday i realized he’s not that into me. that im just being silly. that i caught up in some dead trap, and i have to drag my self again, kneeling, standing, taking all those screw that shattered, and find out in the end that one screw have missing.

i hate to believe that i would be in love. that love do exist.

and after i read what i’ve been writing so far, it feels nonsense. crap. it’s perhaps my hormones. i need PAIN KILLER!!

i need gerry chocollatos. i need a hug,sincere hug.

i need to get lost. and than be found.

.and the last song that been played is my favorite song.

is this love by Bob Marley.

its on the scene where this old lady gave some food to those little creepy crocodille.

*fyi, their mother is a giant-crocodillemonster-human-flesh-lover*

WHY THAT SONG?!WHY?!?