Hate weekend

Why people like weekend? Free from the work? Can take a rest? Hang out with friends? Have fun? Or what? Maybe like that. But not for me.
I don’t like weekend. I become really alone. Alone means i don’t meet anyone. Just alone in my room. I can cry all day long. Sad. Sink. Lower and lower. I know, i must get up. But i can’t. No reason for me to get up. To have spirit. To be happy.
Selama weekend aku mulai ga jelas. Melakukan hal – hal aneh, atau mungkin bertindak bodoh. Selalu. Aku ga mau begini terus. Makanya aku ga suka weekend. But sometimes, i like weekend, when i need time to think about me. My life. What i’ve done. What i feel. What should i do. Aaaa kok jadi ga jelas gini ya T.T

BLANK

EMPTY

NOTHING

Sampai – sampai tadi aku lupa bilang sama pak supirnya mau kemana. Argh. Just let the driver wherever he drive. I don’t care. Ga jelas banged. Aku harus gimana. I’m stuck. Gatau harus apa. Aku ga menemukan satu alasanpun untuk aku tetap bertahan disini. Ingin rasanya segera pergi. No place for me.
Weekend juga mengingatkanku pada satu hal yang aku inginkan. Going somewhere. Somewhere that noone know me. Somewhere that someone found me, someone who can make me smile again. Or somewhere that noone can find me. Tapi aku masih belum punya keberanian untuk pergi selamanya dari sini. Mungkin nanti. Setelah UUS atau UN, atau kapan. Inginnya sich sekarang. Tapi aku belum cukup berani. Sekali lagi perasaanku menang. Tapi logika ku masih berfungsi. Jadi aku masih berada di sini. Sendiri dalam kebingungan.