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It's been so long since the last time I posted a post. And now I'm writing again (I guess).

I haven't been writing for some reasons, which are pointless so we're not gonna see them in this post. However, I realized (fyi, realized is my favorite blog word--you know blog word? some-kind-of-word-that-you-often-use-in-your-blog-ish) that not writing for a (way too long,) long time has been driving me crazy. Lukas once said that I write when I'm upset, and when I was on hiatus, I realized (see? Set your counter and check how many times I'm using this word in this post) that it is an undeniable truth. Once I realized (doh. para dosen seharusnya menghukum saya karena saya tidak look up for synonym di thesaurus) his words are true, I started to contemplate my life and suddenly this thought came to me: I did it wrong. It is wrong that I don't write. It sucks, you know, not allowing myself to ease off. You could say there are million ways to die in the west do it, but hell, I just don't know how. Writing is more than a hobby to me. If you are a subscriber of this blog (which is impossible, and I'm writing this clause wrong I should've use the impossible clause), you know that these posts make no sense. This blog had been improperly used as a diary of a teenage girl (which is now an adult--I guess).

I once said that I envy them who write very much. I write to seek my freedom. I'm not that kind of person who talks easily about something bothering me to other people. And I know that's not what human beings are for, and it's killing me that I just can't do that. I got depressed every time I try to speak up my mind, you know. I feel like being tortured whenever I'm forced to tell people what's bothering me. And I'm always judged whenever I try to explain to them that I have nothing to tell. And then they go blah blah blah until a new universe has been made.

Please don't misunderstand my inability to talk to people. Don't get me wrong; I'd love talking to you, you now, but I'm just done. I've had enough socializing, trying to get close to people when all what people want to do is to get rid of me. People have priorities, anyway. Therefore, I'm writing again.




Am now relaxed,

Hance



P.s. you done counting? Now close your eyes. You will feel that your eyes are so damn heavy that you don't want them to be opened. And now you're in a deep, deep sleep. You feel that you've got a nice sleep. You will wake up when I slap your face and when you're awake, you will completely forget what you have read. Have a nice day! *slaps*