About what Matt asked me.
I conclude that I, Syahrul Naem, is a problematic person.
I make life more difficult than I should.
And that is very abnormal.
And even to the extend that I quarreled with a best friend (all is good, I've apologized).
I pity R.
I wonder how is it like to have a petty boyfriend like me?
Sure, it's going to be very irritating, as if the world owes him a living.
Like woah, now I feel like a big jerk.
Maybe, I should keep a low profile for a while.
Keep everything to myself.
Between God and me, like I used to.
I'll blog the most mundane posts, I'll reserve all my comments and criticisms.
And I'll accept your criticisms about me, I'll take it in my own stride.
I don't want to make your life difficult.
And I won't already.
I'm sure you had enough.
R just messaged me.
You're the only one who keeps me going.
I'm proud to be your bf.
Labels: bitch fits, hope. believe. faith.