See Me Again Next Time Desnia Pretisya Who am I to make myself important enough to the world? Must I stay selfless yet unhappy living my life? Should I speak the unspoken word? Or should I keep silent and run away? The near possible options couldn’t make it easier, If I still found myself sitting in the darkest corner. It took a while to figure out what I ever wanted, So far, quitting might be the best choice. I’m right here, next to the pillar, Leaning back, watching the leaf fly away, Carried by the wind in the air, I wonder if there's a way I might decide to go. I’m right here, on my bed, Neither sleep nor rest, But overwhelmed by the sorrow in my chest, Carried my emotional outburst. I feel lost, yet I’m in my own house. I couldn’t say that here is my home. The house just protects me from the outside, But the sorrows are under this roof. So I ran outside, to make myself feel, Am I living in my home? Or am I going to find my home? Neither of those feelings bothers my heart. So...
I gonna tell you guys how the way I think before I know mindset is actually the key to anything that you literary think about. I used to overthink and had a huge negative thoughts about anything. Like, things will gon' bad, failed the classes, I will disappoint my parents, I couldn't achieve anything I want, and many things that I used to put in my head. It is bad because we attract what we fear. All of those things that I've been thinking, nearly going to happen. How do I know? cause I can feel it. I was so lazy to study, had fights every day with my mom, including losing my friends. I found myself laid on my bed crying, blaming myself, and nearly hate the way I am. But if I see myself back then, all those things are my problem. Because all of that comes from my mind and makes everything around me change like I'd thought (well probably went too far like imagining it how and when it'll happen). Maybe... because I'm too creative.