"All these fairy tales are full of shits,"
Fairy tales are bullshits. But I've been living in a surreality where things are right where they were supposed to be.
Somehow I managed to get up and face these things. There is an external force that keeps pushing me, drawing me out from my little coccoon, aboard my sails to faraway land, to face the fucking reality.
And I've realize I've been helping myself to get up. I'm helping myself. And those force came from people who had been constantly supporting me, altho not all of them had been there for me through thick or thin.
Syukur.
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