Lost

I'm losing myself.

And somehow, my reason to live for.

Life's no longer providing it's excitement for me.

Day's no longer promising it's unexpected path of journey for me.

I miss school times.

I miss writing in the middle of math or Indonesian class. Scribbling notes in the corner of my text book.

I miss going to school's library, scrutinizing the shelves to pull out a book and the smile i'll plaster on my face as I anticipate the other universe I'm about to enter.

I miss getting back home in the afternoon. Spacing out, trying to catch the inspiration outside that knocks my ride's window.

I miss hanging out after school with my girls.

I miss organizing school's annual event.

I miss Mrs. Sri's punishment.

I'm tired of working my arse out for something i don't like. Forty hours per week.

I'm tired of people judging writing is not a REAL job.

I'm tired that somehow life needs money too much and we're slaving for it.

I'm tired.

Can't i get my life back ?