setengah mati

I miss the talks we used to have

I miss the voice i used to hear

I miss hearing your crazy but cool stories

And above all these...I just miss you

I just need a little hope 

That this wont lasts forever

That things will change

* When something bad happens you have three choices. You can either let it define you, let it destroy you, or you can let it strengthen you.

p/s : I chose to let the bad things strengthen me. Well, you are only the somebody that I used to know :)