Yesterday

im a stranger of myself. cant hold something wrong and dont even know whats wrong with myself. i knew and realized it when people react like scumbag face. i love writing. i love writing so much. write my own life. hold the pen and no one could take it from me. i love my mother. i love my dad. but i dont know why most of my thoughts were for my dad. 

but someone knows me more than myself. i hold the pen, he gives the ink. hes my dad. fathers day, a day when every daughter in the world says they love their papa, say thank for papa, and blablah all the lovely things. but i dont think i have to tell you about that, dad, that i love you. you always know that, so i dont have to. daddy, every single moment about my weakness, i always thought about you. you show me how not to be weak. i cant imagine how was this life without you. i look around that my luck isnt as good as others, but much people isnt as good as my luck too. thats what you said. i grew on your hard efforts. how you keep your family in happiness. ive never seen you cried. i know and everybody knows how sad the life is. hard to get money, hard to buy foods, clothes, house, car, how tired you are.

yesterday, is a fathers day, dad. 

i just need to show you. i dont have to tell you.