2025, januari hari kelima
punya amarah yang ga tersalurkan itu rasanya tersiksa ...sewaktu-waktu meledak padahal bukan pada tempatnya ...lalu menyesalmembayangkan berapa pahala terbakar oleh kebodohan itusialingin selesai sajaminta mati pun sial
There are days when the weight of unspoken words feels like a physical burden. This anger, rooted in things I cannot change, often leaks into places it doesn't belong. It's a tiring cycle of explosion and regret, of feeling like a failure for losing control. I'm documenting this not for sympathy, but to remind myself that these shadows are part of the journey too. Even in the 'sial' moments, the struggle to stay and to find peace is real
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