Tumblr is blocked in my country. (great)
But I still wanna keep an online diary. (Also maybe offline)
Hmm, as usual it's on the way to midnight, and it's almost at the end of the year (but not really). And I feel all mellow yellow. So it might be good to start to write.
Actually I dont know what I want to write. But usually I just start, then later will figure out what I need to write.
Hey I did a typo on the title, I thought next year is 2018. 19 was never been my fav number. Or else it's also rarely someone's fav at all. It's odd, it doesn't feel special. It can't be divided evenly to any other number.. yet this number appears quite often in my life that it's enough for me to notice it. So maybe, maybe, next year the number 19 will play an even more special role in my life. #fingerscrossed
So much things happened this year that it feels like a century, but so fast like it was just yesterday. Finally moved out of my hometown, moving to next stage of life. Not everything going smoothly of course.. but I did enjoy every bits of it. Beside, what is up without some down, right?
I used to see new year as a new begining, new spirit, that every year will be better than the previous year. But now it's different. Some sadness, a little bit of a trauma. I'm having the roughest time of my life right after the best year of my life. Having more things that you like, means you can lose a lot too. What if next year will gone wrong too?
I know I can always pick myself up. But I really dont wanna go back there again.
But you know what, let's just have some faith. In what? God, of course, the universe, him, and maybe to myself.
So.. yeah, bring it on 2019. Ready or not, I'll try my best.