Haha, another day of my life, today topic will gonna be 'sad'. Well, I'm a sadist so sure the topic will always be related to sad things that happen in my life. You guy know how a sadist is produce right? Sadist is produced through the experience of having a lot sadness, sometime more than the happiness they feel. I'm the unlucky guy and today I'm gonnabe your MC and talk a little bit with you guys about me myself, a worthless loser in his life.
Reminder here, I open my talk with Haha doesn't mean I'm always happy, Haha can be a form of self pleasure word. You know me right? Of course you know, u can always see a person who rarely smile wandering around at IPGKTB like a ghost, without any odour or any attachment to the world surrounding him. Well that is me, if you cannot get a clear picture about me, go facebook and add Titania Erza, that's my fb account name.
Since when I become like this? the story started one year ago. At that time, i still remember I just enrolled into IPGKTB to train myself to be a future teacher. Actually I didn't interesting in teaching and at 1st I though of quitting after the 1st week of enrollment. But, there was something that catches my eye and changes my mind, I decided to stay on, well i think everyone know what is happening right since later a lot of things happen, a lot of issues and problem, even hidden agenda.
I will explain it briefly, the thing i mean was i fell in love with a girl and decided to stay so that i can chase her, well in the end, i'm defeated by reality as i'm fat and unhandsome. At that time, i still deny about the reality of this world, I still believe that inner beauty is better than appearance but slowly as time flow, so does the courage to accept it flow into my soul.
Swiftly, it have come to this moment, October thirteen, on the year of 2012. it has been a year, i'm a different and better man already, i managed to forget the thorn in heart. I have searched for a new flower in my life and i manage to find one suitable but yet the flower melted immediately under my grips. Maybe my grips are too strong and crushed the flower. Well, when the flower crush, so does my heart. it have be crushed into pieces, with nothing left. i always wish for the slice of hope which i knew i will never found, how stubborn am i, how foolish am i for believing in that tiny piece of hope. i was never cut out for this kind of things, there is no flower in my book of life, the pages will always be empty.
Well, that conclude all the things i wanna express for the days, a final remark, when you know the situation is out of hand, it mean its time to let it go once and for all. I'm your todayh saddist talker, Titania.