substances or objects that must be mixed or added following a particular order to obtain a unique blend. a diary.
One day, whether you
you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.
However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––
is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.
I have no regrets cutting ties with friends.
Some don’t understand the sacrifices i’ve made to stand up for someone and going against the system so that the bloody people at a higher level will know what the fuck is happening.
Some don’t understand that what we went through is just a phase and its not worth meeting or catching up frequently if there’s nothing to talk or disagreeing too much on a topic or all you did its to mock at my lack of knowledge about religion. Shit man, have you even completed your Rukun Iman?
Some don’t understand that i’ve purposely put you in my calendar but you have no courtesy of apologizing for not being able to make it on that day. I could have done something fruitful instead of wasting my bloody time to ask you like as if i was the one asking you out.
I asked myself if you are a friend worth keeping for?