Hey there.. It's me again, procrastinating assignments. With swimming words in my head, here I go~ feels like posting something.

July, July, July.

Looks like it's approaching its end.
Okay, let's say this kinda random, but I'm reminded of what happened a few weeks ago. I was home, so exhausted, that I went to bed early in the afternoon. I was like one piece of corpse until there was this knock on my door around 12 AM.
It was mom.

I knew she knew I was asleep, but she went, "Kamu masih bangun kan?"

Worries drawn so clear on her face. I knew she needed to talk.Yes. She was worry, about me. About the things I've told her a couple of times earlier. Issues regarding schools. About situation I'm facing now, that got me very insecure almost everyday. I really wish I could grab her, erase all those worries in her eyes, and say that I am okay. Though  I know exactly I am not.

At the end of our talk, she went with this conversation regarding forgiveness. About no matter how you hate a person, since this person has ruined your life, or your loved one's, just don't try to confront. Because you're just gonna be as bad as this person is. We never know what's on this person's mind, that turned her to be what she is.

I stared. It's really not an easy thing for me to do.
As I once said, it's my nature to easily forgive, but I can't forgive everything.

July is ending, Ramadhan is near, and it feels so bad that I still could not forgive someone. That I still got this loath I can't crack.