Yesterday
night I’ve made such a wrong, wrong decision. At noon I and my friends met and
we switched some photo files of our trip to Yogya back then. When I rechecked
them again at home, I’m checking other old photos as well, thinking that it
will bring back lots of good memories but hell how I was so wrong.
Most
of the photos that I managed to go through with were the photos I took back
then in Japan, both when I did some traveling alone or together with my
friends.
I’m
just amazed that how can I laugh so sincerely, considering how shitty my days
back then.
My often solo trip to One Piece Museum, which I've been eyeing for for forever.
Strolling around Harajuku with my friend, Shelley, whom I missed so much.
Disneyland. Shelley. Argh.
Damn happy skinny bitch. Not my boyfriend fyi.
Gunma with this guy. Not my boyfriend also. At some point I wish, tho.
Korea, alone.
Hongkong, alone as well. Crayzy bithz is cray.
The more I browse some photos the more frustrated I've become.
I
think I’m just missing my old, carefree self, that’s all. And I pitied myself
for this.
Considering
I’m gonna be in my end of 20s now, it’s just that being “carefree” comes with a
lot of responsibilities afterwards.
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“I
want to travel somewhere far away; however I need to save as well.”
“I
want to quit my work and try to do some new things, however in my age right now
I’m not in a place where I can be “explorative” anymore.”
“I’m
ok with being single and carefree however somehow I need to settle down at one
point, at least for the sake of my parents.”
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These
excuses have never been in my head when I’m on my early 20s, however lately
these thoughts start to creep in and somehow I have no power to fight them. I
feel like I ran out of time.
Somehow
I wonder if anyone’s feel the same…
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