To be honest, I have greatly improved this year. Old wounds left by people who used to swear never to leave. By an incident where I was left alone, again. By some who have stopped by. With several lessons taught by the universe.

However, there are still some wounds that I still can't close. Because I have lived in those wounds for a long time. I know all the parts. I was too familiar with all the pain. So, without me knowing, I was comfortable in the wound. I'm trying to close it all. But not infrequently I also ran towards them.

My journey isn't finished yet. I promise to stop visiting the wound. I promise to start a new story this year. Starting again to establish a sense of fellow human beings. Re-start believing the universe and everything in it. Starting over allows yourself to be embraced by happiness even though you know that sadness will come by afterward.

I still have a long way to go. After everything that has happened to me, all the sad stories are endless. All my night tears that often replace sleep. All dreams are broken by logic. My aim is still the same. I want to be happy.