It's raining outside as I sip my coffee, I reminisce about the past...
How can a trauma, an experience in life can change yourself to be a whole different character than how you used to be?
I still regret it.
I used to be fun and talkative, but now I avoid people and situations that may come arise if I encounter humans. I regret that I could not handle things properly so that I would not experience breakdowns like those times.
I regret deleting all of my posts on blogpost, livejournal and wordpress. Because only they had witnessed how fun I was with my writing. That is a great example of Nasi Sudah Menjadi Bubur.
