slotha

Writer? Nah~ Just your everyday girl writing her dairy~

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  • slotha 8w

    Nothing to see here~ Like always~ #slotha #slothnessly

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  • slotha 8w

    I Want You, But...

    You're cute, adorable, caring,
    and many good things I could pin point out.
    You're also older than me.
    The way you talk,
    The way you laugh,
    The way you walk,
    The way you look at me,
    I'm naturally attracted to you.
    I want you.
    I wish to spend more time with you.
    But I promise myself,
    I won't be in a relationship
    until I got myself a job.
    And this is killing me,
    because I can't even tell you,
    about this feeling,
    about this pain of loving you in silent.
    I hate myself.
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  • slotha 11w

    Difference

    If only I could go wherever you were,
    I might the happiest person in the world.
    I love you, indeed.
    But, our world so different.
    You're made of pen and paint,
    While I am made of blood and flesh.
    I hate these kind of differences.
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  • slotha 17w

    Day xxx of ruining my life. I HAVEN'T SLEEP ON TIME THESE DAYS!!

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  • slotha 17w

    Are you the same as me? Or perhaps, just in some similar situation. #what #about #you #slotha #slothnessly

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    [My Runaway]

    I am a sinner, yes.
    For my own pleasure,
    I watch things that you always judge
    as bad things to be watched.
    And after that I realize,
    I am afraid of myself.
    What if I do things like that?
    Because I know I am capable of it,
    but still holding tight onto my so-called humanity.

    I am a sinner, indeed.
    For my own happiness,
    I do things that you could judge
    as an awful things to be done.
    And after that I learned,
    that this happiness wasn't last long.
    Why did I do things like that?
    Because of those thoughts,
    I am now wide awake in the middle of the night.

    I'm afraid of myself.
    And here I am.
    Writing down my thoughts
    on this little runaway place of mine.
    No question needed.
    I, really, truly, am afraid of myself.

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  • slotha 19w

    To You, In My Dream

    To the boy I met in my dream last night,
    You're really my type, marry me.

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  • slotha 19w

    Nothing to see here

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  • slotha 24w

    A Selfish Wish

    I wish for you to come and find me.
    But you never come.
    Now that someone's here beside me,
    I wish I was gone.
    Selfish me, indeed.
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  • slotha 29w

    Butterflies in This Cage

    "I feel butterflies inside my stomach,"
    There's always this phrase,
    every time I read a romance novel,
    or watching a romance movie.
    As confused as I am at that time,
    I never knew it would happen to me,
    every time you flick my forehead,
    softly with your finger tips.
    But...
    I lock my butterflies forever,
    so you won't know these feelings,
    and we could forever be friend.
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  • slotha 29w

    Let me tell you my stupid kind-of-love story.
    We are best friends, and still be best friends.
    I got my eyes on this boy, my best friend.
    I love him, once. But he refuse me, once.
    We go separate ways, up and down, good and bad.
    5 years later, we met again.
    Like usual, we spent our times together, 3 of us, best friends.
    That night, he's the one who drive for us.
    And I'm the last to be sent back home.
    He ask me if I would go to a cafe with him.
    Sure, I said. I don't mind eating sweets late night.
    Innocent as I am, I already know his intentions.
    And sure thing, he confessed.
    Saying he's tired looking for someone.
    And I might be the one he's looking for.
    And I happily refuse.
    Why you ask?
    5 years is a long time to learnt something new.
    And what I learnt, is mostly bad things.
    You could assume that I might took that chance to seek revenge.
    But I must say, I do still love him.
    I love him to the point where I don't need to be with him.
    He's my precious friend at this little heart of mine.
    And I don't want things to change.

    It's been 2 years since then.
    We're still best friends.
    And guess what,
    I still love to rewind this story inside my head.
    Just to remind me, how important they're in my life.

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