Reader’s Point of view

Reader’s Point of View

I’ve never been to a lot of places. I haven’t smell the calming savory of flowers and felt the waving hair in an open window of a car while strolling in the windy road. Dreaming of it feels surreal. I close my eyes, imagining a romantic scenery with Peter of TATBILB. I’ve never experienced things in real life but my mind have experienced the hardest break up of all time. My heart broke when I saw that boy took his own life following his lover in her heartbreaking death. My heart has loved many boys before, boys i haven’t met, boys I haven’t touch, boys whose faces are blurred. With the imagination of a bad boy leading man with his charming grin and handsome smirk,

I fell in love.

With his character of sweet gesture he brought me to different kind of places, made me eat a lot of delicious food in some fancy restaurants and strolling in the park while having his arms around my waist but each time i blink my eyes reality always hits me. I always remember him wherever i am, whatever i am doing and somehow it felt real. It felt like he’s actually there because I can see his eyes in empty space. He keeps on hunting my dream and keeps on running my mind.

My heart skips a beat

every time i remember him. Yesterday i was having breakfast in the dining when he reminds me of the song “can’t help falling in love” my heart melts thinking of him. I wished for it to stop coz its so cruel but i love it. Im single but i felt the feeling of martyrdom xD. But i love it, it felt like I’m her,

NO I am HER.

I am that girl you hug under the rain. I am the girl you take in the soccer field and have our late night talks oh boy I haven’t seen any soccer field in real life but I imagined it wit you. Your smile reached your eyes. I believe that i am that girl who got to touch your face while you’re driving. I love the way you hold my hand and how you tuck my hair and say Im the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen. I always asks myself when i will got the chance to meet you? Is there any chance that you could be true?

Can i enter your world or you to mine?

Can you be the same man ive met in books?. I’ve been to different kind of worlds, with different stories with different characters. I’ve experienced things a girl like me would never experience. I’ve met million people in my mind and yet i was surrounded by a few in real life. My real life’s story is boring but my mind contains amazing stories.

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Confusion and Doubt

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I don’t know what to do anymore

Hear them

Focus on yourself

Do their advice

You have your dreams

They have plans for you

You can see visions

They know better

I know myself more.

 

 

 

 

 

Battle I am fighting

The story only begins when you mess with it

The eighteen years of existence, i’ve never felt this redeemed. When I was seventeen years old i got addicted to wattpad, to the point of I will cut my class to read to the nearest convenient store so i can stay for hours. I’ve been trapped in the four cornered-wall of my house to sleep, read, do some chores so my mama won’t notice and nag at me. At school, I will come late and read wattpad again in classroom. I don’t talk to my friends which lead me to think of negative things that really affect my whole being. That moment i realized that i need a friend to talk to ‘coz i feel so so depressed and suicidal. I feel like the people around me is talking shits about my being. I hear voices inside my head saying

“You are alone Hanna. You don’t have anyone but yourself”

So i start reflecting, what did i do to feel this way? What have i done that made me like this? Where am i now? Am i still reading my bible? Am i still praying?Is God still there beside me? Then I started talking to my friends again, i hang out with them, night out with my girl cousin and best friends but i still felt empty. Why? Why am i so introvert? Why i can’t tell my secrets to them? Why do i keep trapping myself in this dark and empty room? I’m beginning to see everythings as negative. I became a pessimistic person. When i loggedin in my Facebook account and see post from everyone around the world, i ask myself “Do you want to be happy like them?” And i saw a quotes saying

BEGIN AGAIN

I stared at it for a long time and start thinking of happy thoughts. Then saturday came when we have this Prayer vigil for young people that turns out to be a girl night’s out ‘coz no boys came which is a good thing. Then we share things about thanksgiving and my turn was in, at first i was doubting myself if i could share this problem to others but then i had the courage to tell them because my heart is so heavy and i know if this won’t get out i will burst out. Then i begun to tell them the battle inside my head, the battle between me and my own mind. They were silently listening as my voice shivering to tell the story i am hiding for year. My eyes is clouding with tears and my hand is cold as ice. But i had the courage, the will to share it with my closest friends i have. The most bravest thing is that… i didn’t cry in front of them but the whole time, there’s a lump in my throat but the good thing is i manage to lend it in the ears of many. They gave me advices on how to fight and carry on. But the only things that remained in me is

If you stop believing, you stop living

I believe in myself more than they believed in me. No one will trust on me if I don’t trust in myself that’s what i learned in my eighteen years of existence. The words of God has lifted me up, it redeems my soul. New year gave me a starting point again, to live life without worries about the negative surroundings and to give goals for myself.

The words of God has lifted me up, it redeems my soul