Aboard the train bound for bandung.
Started to think how Bandung used to feel so so so much like a second home.
Until it isn’t. Until it is just another city like other cities.
It doesn’t feel like home anymore because the people making it feels like one are not there anymore. We part ways. We go figure out our own things.
Then it hits me. Home is where your heart is, indeed. And Bandung doesn’t feel like one anymore, because the people that my heart used to belong to, are not there anymore.

Missing you guys big time.

Sadness is better than anger.

Because with anger, there’s this frustrating need to vent out all that emotions (which I don’t know how) and most of the time ends in drowning in my own angry tears, but I still can’t get over that frustrating feeling.

But with sadness, there is only this empty feeling that you let roll on your mind over and over again. There is relieve in doing that. Knowing that you have done your best, and also the relieve of “we can’t control everyhting”.