(Tulisan ini dibuat ketika amarah mendominasi; 2011)

Dapatkah mereka mentolerir selera musik, gaya berpakaian, respon berbicara, mengekspresikan amarah?

Harus menghormati orangtua.

Berlaku sebaliknya? Oh, tentu saja, tidak. Mereka cuma ibu/bapak kos gila hormat, mereka bilang kita kelewatan. Apa yang sudah kita lakukan saat masih menjadi anak baik-baik ditagih kembali. Semua yg mereka vonis, 'tidak dibutuhkan', "kita semua korban mode" ujar orangtua. Kita semua dibudaki internet, kita semua generasi konsumtif yang bodoh, kira semua harus tidak-mengikuti-arus.

Aku ini muda, ini cara aku merespon masalah. Beda dengan kalian yang tua. Tua. Tau segalanya, semuanya. Cuma dari mata kalian perspektif dunia di tentukan, hanya mata kalian.

Tak usah berinteraksi. Biar hidup dalam tempurung. Tak usah sibuk-sibuk menggenggam telepon selular pintar itu, mereka akan memanggang sel otakmu.

Kalian memvonis diri gagal mendidik kami. Memangnya kami ini apa, hah? Produk gagal?

Sayangnya kami bukan produk, tuan dan nyonya.

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dan sampai malam ini jawabannya adalah;

1. are you mature enough

2. to hear the ugly truth

3. and deliver the message in a right way

Terima kasih banyak.

bohhring

you are boring.

your bangs are boring. you are too pale and your idea of photography ruined my day. your idea of being a good girl make me wanna barf, help.

you are the less-hot-version of me. no kidding?

well, the truth is, everyone thinks you are better. a-much-more-better version of me.

they even said that, we looked a like.

oh, so i've been told.

I don't really care. The only thing matter is that you are boring, you make me bored. You make me yawn so bad, till my tears dropped.

conversation with the future

I am officially hating Senior High.

I find things are not as perfect as it used to be, well things were not perfect back then, but it was good, good enough.

Well they say good enough doesn't count. They say when we're doing better, that does counts.

Good things fall apart, so better things can take place? Yeah, right.

I need a break, a short break. I think I'm just tired of this place.

So, then again. Every night I had this conversation with the future, it was not as good as I thought it's gonna be. It was blurry, fuzzy. My relationship with the future isn't going anywhere. There, only right there.

We're not moving.

Still.

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No movement.

I'm insecure.

Oh wait. Until then, I recently discovered that I'm a perfectionist.

Uber-cool-ness.