Duh, just shit.

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It doesn't matter whether you come in first. In the middle of the pack, or Clarit last. You can say, 'I have finished.' There is a lot of satisfaction in that.💀

NO MATTER WHAT IS GOING ON, BE THANKFUL—

When you feel like what you are experiencing is not enough— instead of allowing yourself to get frustrated, anxious, discourage, or disappointed, choose to channel in a spirit of thankfulness.

Find something to be thankful for and begin to express gratitude. Because, no matter what is going on in your world—there's plenty to be grateful for.

You have blood pumping through your veins.
You have air flowing through your lungs.
You have a roof over your head and food on your table.
You have creativity that cannot be taken away.
And you have an undeniable purpose.

Hi Desember, bulan terakhir di tahun 2023.

Sometimes it's not the SONG that makes you emotional. It's the people and things that come to your mind when you hear it.

Trash shit : Everyone has the right to do whatever they want; if you are uncomfortable, simply leave the area.

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hi June. i hope June is better than the previous month, and I get lots of happiness.

You deserve happiness. And I mean real happiness; true happiness. The kind of happiness that makes your heart fill with warmth.
And you deserve to feel what it feels like to be okay. To feel like the world isn't against you. To feel like you aren't constantly treading water just to keep from drowning. More than anything, you deserve to be okay.
And I know it's hard to hear this, especially when you are so sad. Especially when you are so far away from loving yourself. But I still want you to know. Because one day, you are going to feel okay again. One day you are going to feel happy again. It's just a matter of time.

I wish I could explain what healing feels like. I wish I could tell you that it feels like coming home, that it feels like every soft and tender thing you have ever held within your hands. I wish I could tell you that healing is the simplest artform, that it is the act of doing this or that, that it is an equation you could master if you just focused on forgiveness, if you just flayed the hurt from your bone. But healing will never be artistic, it will never be delicate, because healing is the messiest thing you will ever know. Healing feels like digging the dirt out of your soul, like making room for yourself within your own body. Healing feels like the shining of a flickering light into the caverns life has managed to create within you; it feels like picking out the broken pieces one by one. Healing will never be linear, it will never make sense. One day you will have the answers clenched between your palms, and the next you will melt into the kitchen floor, you will ask for the world to be quieter for a while. Healing will start in the morning, and it will end at night, and no day will ever be the same. There will never be a formula. You will simply begin the process again when the sun rises. You will embark on daily journeys. You will take your steps forward. You will take your steps back. But you will always be moving, and that is what you need to celebrate.