@celotehtugas@NakesPuskesmas Kalau semua pasien mikirnya kayak gini nggak akan ada yang mau jadi dokter. Dokter itu profesi bukan kerja amal, bukan juga sedekah. Aduh gue sih jujur aja gamau jadi dokter yang cuma kerja amal, bodo amat deh.
Feminism isn't about making women better than men. It's about making sure gender doesn't decide who gets opportunities, safety, or respect. Many people hate feminism because they confuse it with hating men, but in reality, it's only about fairness and equality for everyone.
I don’t even know you yet, but you feel so familiar, like i’ve known you for ages. We barely started a short conversation, but somehow, it just felt right. It’s strange, all the little coincidences, and how you showed up exactly at the right time.
Tadi belanja di warung yg pakai alat ini. Kalau pembayaran kita berhasil, dibacain “sound” jumlah rupiah yg masuk.
Gua dengerin kayak suara Mulyono
Gua: “Kayak Suara Jokowi…”
Yang jualan: “Iya pak, lagi nganggur, kita kasih kerjaan aja…”
Anjay…
I don’t blame you, like i’ve said before, this is my path. I don’t blame you for anything I chose. But I just wonder… Why? Why does it feel like you enjoy my pain? Why does it feel like you find comfort in my pleading?
Since 2018 untill now, you’ve always known, a single text from you could bring me to tears, forcing me to start all over again. You knew i would never turn you away. You knew i could never say no to you. And you knew exactly where this would lead, how this would end.
You know what hurts me the most? I don’t clearly remember things between us because there was never really something i truly knew about. I never even had the chance to know you deeper. There’s not much i can imagine about us, because there’s actually nothing.
He picked me up at my house, we drove around, and he dropped me off at the cafe where i met my friends, while he went somewhere else to meet his. That’s exactly what we used to do when we were 17. Oh to love and be loved like teenagers.
I don’t know, but part of me wants the sparks back, even though i know he won’t stay in my life forever. I want to keep these feelings alive, even if i may never truly be with him.
So, i met him yesterday. He picked me up at my house, and we went to the gym together. As time went on, I didn’t feel the sparks anymore. I felt numb. I laughed freely. I don’t know… I guess after 7 or 8 years, i’ve finally moved on?
Something feels different in my mind. I’ve never felt this way before. I wonder if i’m truly ready to move forward without his presence (even if only in my thought), pursue my dreams without him as my motivation, to finally and completely let him go.