Midnight

Now is 0:43, when I write this note. Today is first proper meal in the month of ramadhan. I can’t sleep. Maybe I'll sleep after the meal. None of the incoming message to me. Actually I didn’t expect it because I won’t reply.

I accompany a glass of white coffee, who knows what I think in the midnight like this. I have seen silent and cool on the outside. But actually I really think about what’s happening out there.

Schedule has been composed. Tomorrow is my turn. I don’t know what tomorrow should look like. Just living life as usual, like other 19-year-old child.

I apologize for whatever I do. I was the youngest, but I am trying to develop myself to be a better person. If you don’t want to support me, pretty quiet and just watch. I will grow as I can.