Thank God It’s Rain

I’m sitting down like doing nothing at my room. My temporary room. Build something that could makes me like doing something but it’s all fail. Yes, pardon, I really doing nothing. And thinking entirely. And memories start. And tear drops. Feels like life’s so bad to pass by. I’m just so tired, mama...

And rain down.

Indonesia’s proverb said that like a long dray revenge by a day rain. It was as good as I thought, I’m back to me, my smiles, my spirits, my, oh my real life. And gone sad again. And thinking entirely. And memories start. About you. Hahaha, you. Let me ask, why it’s all always you? The woman’s man and I’m just a girl who is not going to grow up immediately. And tear drops.

But thank God it’s rain. It’s kinda a thing that could back up a bit of me.

Thank God it’s rain. I'm so in love with it. But next time, remind me about rain and without a thought of him. Because it’s gonna make something like thinking entirely, and memories start, and tear drops. And I never want it.

Thank God.

Thank you.

A bit me, Marisa, lot of love!

I mean A LOT!