a letter for a dear. (Saturday, 5 June 2010 / 12:05)
Song: Shayne Orok - Will You Be Mine
An old photo from my archive. Oh how do I love the blue sky.
This photo was taken by January 18th 2009. I was on a mission of truth.
But 6 months later I know that nothing is almost perfect.
Even... when they're just 'almost'. It's just not.
Dear you,
Yeah you. The beloved you. The one who betrays my dream. It used to be 'our' dream and this kind of dream is not stupid dream like being a princess or something; it's about serious dream like getting higher hierarchy in the society, being a better human being for another human being, and make serious improvement in this country's teaching stuffs. This is kinda weird since I almost have no way to talk to you because I'm no longer a member. I know some people who still, though. They're still happy by your side. Probably because they're younger than me. Probably because they just like me back when I know nothing about you.
I was hoping. I was wishing for so many wonders that I always, always knew that you would do it. But what did you do? You rob people and smiling upon that. And I saw it. I saw it with my own eyes and I saw how people talk about it, and I saw how people runaway from you, and I saw how people leave you by saying that you're not competent. Well in fact, you are not competent. You're just not. You're a young positive soul and I thought I could trust you. And I liked you so this is just sad.
I was rely on you by years. Probably more than half of my current years of life, but now...? Now look what you've done. Look what are you doing. You still rob people. My friends and I, the ones who feel betrayed by you, have found our way to escape and live our own life but you just there. You're still there, we don't know how long, and probably we don't care anymore.
I trusted you. I liked you. But I no longer trust you.
You rob people. And you still smile because you know nobody knows.
Now I hate you.
