petir bergemuruh, namun hati begitu bergelora panasnya seperti api yang menyalak membakar serpihan hati yang lukanya belum lama mengering.
is this my fault? i don't how God write every story in our life like mistery like some questions that i asking in the past.. but the answers is painfull.. i found it today. wondering how stupid i am, how poor i am.I am on a journey to discover why I allow myself to settle, why I allow myself to treat myself like I am unworthy and unloveable. the Question is.. Why I don’t love myself?