NIENNA

She woke up one morning. One morning with the lights in her room still on. She has been sleeping with the lights switched on since forever. She was afraid of the dark. Didn't even know why. That day she woke up and knew exactly that that day was going to be a good day. Though she didn't put high hopes on that, cause like everyone knows, high hopes will bring you to disappointments. She sighed and started to think of those undone works that she'd abandoned for like 2 weeks.

Spoiler.

And for once she said, she just want to stop overthinking that much. It's just ruined her day and she stared at the ceiling for awhile- she didn't even know why she did that for but she liked it. She missed someone and hoping that tonight there will be a call from the one she missed so badly. She really really wanted to talk to that person because nothing felt better than talking with that special person. Nothing felt better than having someone who you can talk about your whole day and never get tired of your complaints about your day or anything. And nothing ever felt better than missing him so much until her heart ached. She missed him. She's hoping that he'd call her tonight or she could call him. Missing his voice.

She smiled.

She's late again and her dad nagged her and it's only 5.40 a.m. She's okay with that because she had immuned with it. Plus, she had no rights to complain. Every single day. And still, she is okay.

The school was okay for her. She enjoyed studying new things but sometimes she couldn't keep up because sometimes they're going too fast like the train. And she had to struggle.

to run, run, run and
Run

to keep up the train. She, sometimes, enjoyed with it. Because along her way to catch up the train, she learned to build her courage up and asked people the way of the train and how to get there. She's still learning things and in the same time she's learning to know herself.

She enjoyed drawing and painting more than anything but she had no time to do that anymore. She missed her fingers touching the surface of the papers and touching those brushes and how her wild imaginations come to life. How she has her own time with herself.

Some people mistaken her with her quietness to arrogant. She didn't mean to be arrogant. In fact, in her opinion she's not arrogant. The quietness made her feel so content and there are nothing important to talk about with people. Or maybe. Maybe she just felt insecure of her teeth..? How it's different from other people or maybe she's afraid that she might hurt people with whatever she's going to blurt out. Humans' tongue can stab human heart deeper than the dagger- she's holding her tongue and careful with what she's going to say. She didn't want to be the person the people want her to be- talkative. Because that wasn't her. She didn't like that feeling of being different from herself. She didn't like to open up with anyone else except Him and that special person.

Thankful.

For everyone that still circles around her, that still loving her after all her mistakes she had made. For still supporting her with whatever the road she chose and never stop caring about her. She can't express how thankful she is with the people that love her and go through with her during hot and cold, thick and thin, storm and sunny and; sad and happy

She couldn't be more thankful to Him. For bringing those people to her.

She wants to apologise about how she messed things up most of the time. How sometimes her words hurt people. How she is so clingy and get sad so easily.

I am sorry. And I love you guys a lot.

adieu.
That's all for today.

Please excuse my grammar.