For the first time, I really wish for the time machine to be exist. That hope unfortunately shattered with bae's word - time is relative. You can stop the time if you move faster. More faster you move, more slower the time would be. But you can never turn back the time.
Dear future Melor,
I hope you will be reading this as your past memoir, filled with heartbroken things but definitely won't break your motivation. Tangled with frustration and feeling anxious for too long. I'm having a little meltdown. My mind start to wander and ponder, want for the impoassible to come true. My head crack abit, making me dizzy, and angry.
Dear future Melor,
I don't know if we are really stupid but we should try harder during our high school momen. Remember when we giving up and we thought things are going to be okay because we can end our live, working as cleaner and moved on. After all, that only a phase, part of our long live. Or so we thought.
Dear future Melor,
Tonight, I'm fighting a battle inside and I thought I can never win. I almost gave up. I come home with lots of things in my mind, lots of missing puzzle, lots of thinking. I feel tired. And so, I start to talk with bae about our past. My desire to go back, and live to the fullest. I might have brighter future- if only we know how.
Dear future Melor,
I'm trying to hold onto myself. Trying not to slip. Trying to fight the negative vibes..
I'm not even sure that tomorrow, would still exist for us.
We might end ourselves tonight.
