Dreaminations
Dandelions

Why did it all happen?

Why do I have to cross again?

Then what's the point of what I do, if I cross over and I make another change, but that change is just to take time back. What use?.

Everything I've been through, is it just an illusion?.

Now what, why is this happening to me, now what should I do.

I want to say rude.:) But still useless.

Everything confused me. Instantly I remembered that.

Everything in this world is arranged. I don't know what I did was set. It's useless to want me to cross a million times in the end will keep coming back to the starting point in a different way.

I should have realized this from the beginning, I was too excited to change my life, I forgot who I was, what I was, what I came from, I completely forgot myself, I was just a normal human being.

Like a dandelion flower, it cannot do anything when the wind blows.

I was tossed in no way in which direction it would be taken. Dandelion, can only follow the direction of the wind that carries it.

I should have realized this concept from the beginning so I wouldn't have expected more. I was stupid.

All that is excessive is not good. Anything that is excessive is really not good and very detrimental.

But I still don't understand why I was brought back here. What was the purpose, I crossed again.

There can't be no purpose or purpose, there must be something. What God has planned for me.

No one can understand Him.

He understands us but we do not understand Him.

Concept that is confusing.

I realized that my childhood life was very exciting after the change, although it could not change the things I wanted to change the most;).

"It's okay" with a small smile on his face and trying to calm down again.

This is life, even though we have planned something, but the real plan is not us who make it.

We have no complete control over ourselves. The one who controls is still God.

I was quite struck by reality, I calmed down for quite a while.

I convinced myself that everything was just an illusion, I was still me, no matter what happened it would still happen.

I kept convincing myself that I needed to forget everything.

Forget that warmth, that smile, that laugh, everything.

The more remembered the more the heart scratches.

Feeling upset, sad, angry, broken. All become one.

Can't speak anymore. I want it to feel like screaming.

There is no happiness in this world. The more I remember the more I didn't believe in happiness.

I really wanted that happy family, I thought it would all start over, but it didn't. It was like a dream.

I was flown very high, then thrown firmly to the ground.

"AHAHAHAHAHAH..." I laughed like a madman with a face soaked with tears on the cold floor.

I was almost driven mad by fate.

He played with my feelings, my life, everything about me.

"that's fucking shit."

"Then what else?"

After wiping away the tears and trying to stand up, I looked very weak, my eyes became small and the edges swelled.

I convinced myself to move on with this life and stop crying.

Time to take a shower and go to school.

I smacked my cheek while saying.

"Dianna Wake up."

"Go dianna, Go dianna."

With difficulty I rise again. From mixed feelings. I started again from zero.

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

When I was about to go to the bathroom, at a glance I saw a figure, it turned out to be a mirror.

The figure I saw was myself, I saw Dianna who was only 12 years old, my hair was still shoulder to shoulder, my skin was brown, with a round face and I'm still skinny just looking bone and skin.

I still didn't expect to be back here early. I guess it's gonna take a while, I'm like a frog jumping around.

"Huuuh"

I told myself that, it wouldn't change things too much, if I changed something I would try not to hope too much, it would all be eternal.

I took a shower because it was getting late to school.

After the shower, I was ready to go to school. With a messy mood.

When to go to school.

My sister asked me what was wrong with my swollen eyes, I could only trick her that I was watching a sad drama yesterday, so I cried.

Whatever it is, he just believes it.

Arrived at school.

I looked at my classroom and said. "I'm back" with a 1-second smile turned moody afterwards.

I sat down and read a book to get rid of my annoyance at being played with.

I'm not too bad for this because that's the fact, I'm just upset about being played. The words of my thoughts were opposite to the content of my broken heart.

You guys understand, don't you?

Try you guys out playing like this, getting thrown around. I was played until I passed the time. What is Gak sprains?🙄

I was thinking, is destiny joining me?, and playing tricks on people like me.

I really want to be the butt of destiny. Unfortunately I mengedumel and did not focus on reading the book, the book I just hold while staring intently at the book, as if the book was a destiny.

My friend who had just arrived was astonished to see me grumbling alone.

In order not to look crazy, I tried to hold myself back and tried to calm down.

"Dianna you can do it, this is not the first time, okay" in my heart.

Trying to strengthen a fragile heart. Is another level.

I woke up a spirit, and I thought that it wasn't so bad passing the time to the year where I was still in Junior High School (SMP).

Because in Junior High is the most pleasant time in school life.

A time where you want to be repeated once again, but not in a way, do not go to class. So this time really wants to be repeated for some of my friends first.

It's beautiful every day, whether it's a problem or not, all through with happiness.

1 Class is friends, helping each other, compact and like 1 ygy gang. Compact when there is an offending problem wkwkw class.

What's more, my class is the teacher's favorite class, because there are general champion students in that class even though this class is a class with the lowest order of entry.

So each class, its students are collected based on the lowest and highest nem of SD.

All the students in my class turned out to be smart children wkwk, so I also picked up the pinter pas used to study here, although yaaa,, still not really cool-pinter.

But in class there are still brats, eating class feels alive.

Not only me, but my friend also felt the same way eating wanted to repeat these times.

Besides being upset I am also happy, can repeat the story of SMP. Because long ago, Junior High was the change in me started.