Back then.

Okay, you can skip this post because it's gonna be an emo one.

When, I was about 14,

I pity those people who paid for others the listen to their problems.

I remember thinking,

those who goes to those for er, therapy session,

with hmm, okay I dont know how to explain.

Have you seen freaky friday?

The mother, who get pay to hear peoples problem,

let's call her job as guheri,

Since I dont know what is the real name.

Okay, I remember thinking,

People who goes to guheri must have no friends,

must have a very pitiful life,

nobody to turn to,

nobody to trust.

Because they are telling and paying strangers to listen to their pain.

But now, Im really need a guheri,

I am more than happy to pay anyone with all the money I got,

To just listen to my problems,

Without judging me,

Without taking sides,

Without arguing with me,

and blame me for my mistakes.

I've never feel so lost before.

I am emotionally so tired

to find a way to restart myself,

And the old trick doesnt work anymore