Just because you found somebody, doesn’t mean you have to lose yourself.
It’s crazy how fast things change and how far I’ve become from a girl with a darkest thought who bend it through writings and art and claimed that she was the saddest person in the entire universe to someone who couldn’t even compose a decent sentence to express how it feels to have found somebody who complement you in every aspect of your being. Ironic and crazy. Maybe sadness holds the power to bring out the best and artist in me. And maybe, sadness isn’t something we should always seek to avoid. It’s not that I don’t want to be happy, in fact I feel overfilled by happiness right now, never the same person I was before. It’s just that I miss making mixtapes, sketching, reading books, writing poems and composing my thoughts. I could do all of these now just the same, but never the same feeling anymore. Maybe I miss being with myself though I don’t want to be alone. Maybe I was made up of shattered emotions and ideas that everytime I try to be happy, I ended up clinging to the broken things instead. Maybe you’ll understand or maybe not, and that’s okay.