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It's been four months. But still when i look at the mirror, its like i am looking to a complete stranger.
We went to the cinema today, to an emotional love movie. My friends cried but somehow i didn’t. But after the movie, when we shopping, i just suddenly started to crying and it was not because of the movie. And one of my friends asked its reason, i told her and what she said is, "you did the right thing"
I know! I am sure about this, as much as i am sure about my name, i did the right thing. But sometimes even the right things can hurt.
You know guys, we make new decisions  al the time and some of them could be painful. At this point, all we need is time. Time is an awesome thing which has such a power for us to get used to some sort of things. Time, time time. That's all i need.

I saw a post under one of my friend’s photo. It says “whispering to myself over and over again that every choice i make for the future is mine.”

Yeap. This is my life and whatever i live, i will accept. I am the driver of my life. I should admit all the ways my life going cause i am the one who decide it. Again, just need some time.

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