Someone once told me, “It was not so scary outside.”
It hit my head, like for real. I kept myself hiding for a long time. Bitching about the world while I have never step outside.
But, there would always be a beginning right? So I called Feb 3, 2019 as the day I was born. Why? It was the time where I convinced myself to step outside.To touch the place you called the earth. To breath some fresh air, and to introduce myself to a sunlight.
Yes, I had been so scared to sunlight, and called myself as a night creature. That’s why I always write about the darkness, twilight, reaper and stuff. (Nah, that’s just a lame excuse, I got no other inspirations).
So, Saturday, Feb 3 2019. I am not a morning person, but I woke up at 7.30 that time. Yes, it is a big deal for me.
I came to office that early, and do my job. Wrote about Royal Family (of course!), then edit some articles and put it on the right schedule.
Time kept moving, fast, so did my heart. Honestly, I was bit scared. Like 20 percent of me, wanted to hit ‘cancel the trip’ button, but my logic said, “YOU CAN NOT REFUND THAT GIRL! DON’T YOU EVEN TRY TO HIT THAT BUTTON, I WILL KILL YOU!” Then I make peace with my heart, no, logic.