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A confession
My friend is taking a long deep slumber. And no one knows when will she wake up again.
When I heard about this few moments ago, I felt everything inside me in a gravitational shock wave. I wasn't able to react. I felt an immediately paralyze when they told me of her current state.
We just visited her a few days ago.
She was still fine, still the bubbly girl we know.
Then all of a sudden...
The doctors might have some mistakes about their results, or
EVERYTHING IS JUST A FLUKE.
I don't know. I can't accept it. I hate it. I didn't know that it's going to be like that when her name crossed my mind a few hours or days ago.
I should've known.
And here I am, regretting everything...
Why didn't I take the chances to be closer to her when I have it?
Why did I have to slightly open the door when she knocked into my life?
Why am I like this?
Why should this happen?
I can't even shed a tear.
No.
Not because I know that the fight isn't over (because I know she'll come back around still healthy and bubbly as ever).
But because I don't deserve her. She's so kind and warm-hearted.
And all I did was to just half open or more, but not a whole of me, to her.
I know, I'm disgusting.
Expecting for something good to read on my blog?
Dream on. I still don't have the guts to make one when I just feel anxious, stress, and stupid all the time.
This, a confession of a mediocre.
When I heard about this few moments ago, I felt everything inside me in a gravitational shock wave. I wasn't able to react. I felt an immediately paralyze when they told me of her current state.
We just visited her a few days ago.
She was still fine, still the bubbly girl we know.
Then all of a sudden...
The doctors might have some mistakes about their results, or
EVERYTHING IS JUST A FLUKE.
I don't know. I can't accept it. I hate it. I didn't know that it's going to be like that when her name crossed my mind a few hours or days ago.
I should've known.
And here I am, regretting everything...
Why didn't I take the chances to be closer to her when I have it?
Why did I have to slightly open the door when she knocked into my life?
Why am I like this?
Why should this happen?
I can't even shed a tear.
No.
Not because I know that the fight isn't over (because I know she'll come back around still healthy and bubbly as ever).
But because I don't deserve her. She's so kind and warm-hearted.
And all I did was to just half open or more, but not a whole of me, to her.
I know, I'm disgusting.
Expecting for something good to read on my blog?
Dream on. I still don't have the guts to make one when I just feel anxious, stress, and stupid all the time.
This, a confession of a mediocre.
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