"Is this the place that I've been dreaming of? Oh simple thing where have you gone? I'm getting old and I need something to rely on"
I write this after I had an argument with my mom. I hate writing about my feeling in blog, I feel like a spoil brats that always about whining everything or take a pity from you reader. But the thing is, I had enough, I can’t hold it anymore, I feel like I’m going to explode into deep sad confetti or melting with my tears. I didn’t tell my friend what I’ve been through, I keep it silent and lock inside my heart and then bury it deep in the oceans (okay it’s too dramatized). Okay, I will tell you about my story In October of this year (if God helps) I will graduate in my college, I study Accounting as my major. I know what you will say, “Oh I thought you study fashion or design or stuff like that” or “oh my, I thought you already a designer, I love your design, I guarantee you will become a famous designer, you have talents” or maybe “I don’t know who you are, your design is good, I don’t care, bye” (this probably just happens in my head). I’ve been study Accounting for four years,