Senin, 02 September 2019

Happiness doesn't have to be near by you


This thing is gonna have a lot of grammatical errors, well f that. Because I ain’t perfect and you do. 

I wanna tell you a story about a very much good friend of mine. Not that I want to specialize my best friend, but this one I want to tell you about is the most up and down friendship I’ve ever had. I almost lost her as my friend, but we managed to put the past in the past, and got back together. 

We met five years ago. She’s my classmate at college, and after that we became a housemate for almost 3 years. The eight of us (including me and her) are in the same circle from the beginning of our college. Four girls and four boys.  I have to admit that the friendship we had is the most real relationship I’ve ever had. We judge, mock, laugh with each other. Although, there’s no such thing as perfection, we manage to tolerate each other and I thank God for our ability to do that, especially me. 

She is my friend. My dear best friend. We fought and we made up and fought again. I really, really grew up because of her. When I looked back right now, there are so many memories I want to write here so that I won’t forget everything we had. I will always remember the fact that she is always there when I’m sick because I’m such a fussy when I get sick and I know that really well. Or, when we were fed up with our organization, and decided to ride at night didn’t know where to go. Or, when we watched movie together and talk about the plot, cinematography, acting, etc. Or, when we just talk about a bitch messing with our life. I will never ever forget that. 

I don’t know that these five years I’ve been blessed so much. To meet her and my circle, to be able to learn from them. To get the place I would run to when I can’t deal with home. Really, God, thank you for letting me having the friends that will always so very kind to me. 

I’m very aware that I’m not the perfect friend. I do make mistakes. We fought for so long till I wished to go away from her, but I couldn’t because I couldn’t bear to lose another friend. I won’t let that.
Until one day, I graduated, and most of us graduated and have to face reality that we can’t always be together talking bullshit about politics, philosophy, and movies anymore. We have to face reality which is a very sad thing because I have to face that feeling again. The feeling when people left you. 

You know how much I really want to go back there? The eight of us sitting at Tedjo editing movies or playing UNO. Or the two of us in that house just talk, talk, until we get tired. 

Maybe you guys still wondering why I write this. This is because, she is gonna leave Jogja tomorrow doesn’t know whether will come back or not. Which means that I would be alone because Naras has left Jogja too.. and.. I’m afraid.

I’m not being over dramatic. Aku pernah ditinggal sahabat baikku dengan cara baik-baik emang, tapi yang jelas ketika kita ketemu, rasanya udah beda, dan aku enggak mau kaya gitu keulang lagi. 

Mungkin aku lebay cuma ditinggal temen aja sampe kaya gini. Tapi bagiku kalian bukan cuma temen. Yang ada waktu aku lagi ada masalah ya kalian. Yang ngurusin aku waktu sakit dan kecelakaan ya kalian. Yang nasihatin aku soal family ya kalian. Terutama kamu. 

Terus besok aku kalo mau makan ngajak siapa lagi? Tahu sendiri kan aku kalo makan ya sama kalian. Coba inget-inget, mana pernah aku makan bareng sama yang lain kalo ngga sama kalian?
  
Yang tahu aku kayak gimana, yang bisa mentoleransi aku seperti apapun itu, ya kalian. Ya kamu.
Aku nggak pernah di posisi yang ninggalin. Aku selalu di posisi yang ditinggalin. Kayanya dosa aku banyak deh makanya I always end up like this. Apa aku pernah jahat ya sama seseorang? Aku pingin jadi baik. Aku lagi belajar.

Aku sedih –sesedihnya waktu temenku ini tiba-tiba bilang ngga mau di Jogja lagi. Aku pikir aku bakal masih punya temen at least the one I could talk to who really knows who I am, what kind of situation I have, what kind of family I have, tapi ternyata… manusia punya masalahnya masing-masing.

Aku sedih sih karena aku yang selalu hold on sama mereka sehingga ketika mereka pergi satu-satu aku ngga tau mau pegangan sama apa lagi. 

I’m so sad. 

Sorry reader for being so lebay over this thing. Some of you will understand, some of you won’t, and I get that. I WISH THE VERY BEST FOR ALL OF MY FRIENDS! If someday I have a chance to write about you guys, I would. Especially you, I learnt a lot from you. Really. Thank you for being my friend. Just so thank you for being there when I need you the most. You are a good man. You deserve the best. I really, really wish our relationship wouldn’t end like this. However, I respect your choice and I get that sometimes happiness doesn’t have to be nearby you.
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Rabu, 14 Agustus 2019

Sad (Overexposed, 2012)


Ohh but I’m scared to death
That there may not be another one like this
And I confess that I’m only holding on by a thin-thin thread
I’m kicking the curb cuz you never heard words that you needed so bad
And I’m kicking the dirt cuz I never gave you the things that you needed to have
I’m so sad –Maroon 5, Sad. (Overexposed, 2012)

Hey! It’s me again. Hann. 

Instead of writing my feelings through my tweets, I think it’s better to write it down and post it on my blog. So, yes… been six months I guess? Hello and welcome. 

Well actually, I’m going to write about a sad reflection of what’s going on today.

This morning I got very shocking news that one of my friend (whom I never imagine) will leave Jogja at the end of the month which is . . . sad. 

What makes it even worst is that, I know she’s sad, but I can’t be the very the best friend for her to even make her feel better. I know how it feels to be like “I’m alone, I don’t have anyone who understands me.” And that feeling is just so f bad. It’s like the world is surrounded by the clouds and the sun won’t come up again. I really hope that she doesn’t feel that bad, and if she does, I hope she could cope with it and make peace with herself. 

Just so you know my dear, you always, always have friends even if you consider yourself, you don’t.

Isn’t that scary? To be friends with someone for years, and when life force both of you to face the bitter reality, somehow, the bond is…broken. You just don’t be friends anymore. I mean, you still can consider his/her your friend, but still the smile, the story, the comfort between both of you... fades away. 

I wish a relationship with anyone would not be this complicated. I wish it would never involve any feeling. Like the fact that I can’t stand other’s sadness is just devastating. Am I being too naïve if I want everybody to be happy?

You know what I want? 

I want to hug everybody who feels sad and say, “You don’t let yourself feeling that you’re alone. I know. Life is hard. Family, love, life, people’s expectation, sometimes they try to drag you down, but please hang on. You are strong! You can do this. I’m still doing it now too. I fight to hold on. I’m just like you. We’re the same.”
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Selasa, 26 Maret 2019

A Poem Could Sum Up My Day


Maybe I’ll regret it once I read it again online, but I really need to write this down, so I can let this go. So I’m sorry if I’m being too emotional. I just want to let this thing go.

It’s coming back again. My anxiety. It tries to kill me again. Idk what happened. It blurts out of nowhere.

I don’t know that a man can be this sad till he wishes to die instead. The thing is, I don’t know what exactly that causing this sadness. All I know is that I’m sad like almost all the time, and I won’t eat and sleep properly, and I will have a very bad day.

I cried. It helps, a bit. However, I don’t know how to face it. I can’t figure it out. Feels like I’m drowning in this anxiety sea, which dragging me down to the very last basis.

I once force myself not to look at friend’s ig stories so I won’t get stressed. It helps. I felt better, and then I tried to open them again, and here I am finding me drowning in the flood can’t hold the stream. So I have to start it all again, pushing me not to open those toxic things. I even thinking not to use social media anymore cuz it really, really breaks me more when I already this broken.

You know what? To feel like you’re not good enough for anything like anything in this world, is the most terrible feeling ever. I really wish I could hold on to someone so I could hang on. I told myself every time to hang on, but I don’t know how and I end up letting myself to do this, drowning in sadness.

This poem could sum up what I’m feeling right now.

Aneurysm

I know now a monster
Which lives inside me maybe forever
Oh… or maybe it’s a lover
Who really knows me whatsoever

I just say hi to it
Trying to know each other well
It sticks to me like a knit
Not even planning a farewell

It calls it anxiety
However, Aneurysm I prefer to call
It says that it’s a buddy
But it gets bigger till I start to fall

Anxiety which kills me slowly
Aneurysm which is ready to pop entirely
Seems my soul was taken away
Feels I’m dead already

O, think I need a brain surgeon
No, it tells it needs only me
K, but still a doctor sounds urgent
Yes, that one should be me

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Selasa, 01 Januari 2019