and yes i know that i should not let the society define my worth, and my love for my self, or how i look at my body.
but at times, in the middle of the night, all alone tucked in bed, i thought about that pretty girl in that skinny body with a perfect smile i saw in the school way.
i envy those who has boys lining up after them, waiting for them to notice, while here i am, writing and scribbling poems to him, about the loving eyes and warm hugs who does not even exist anyway
guess im just gonna keep asking myself the same question: when?, every single day.
– a writing i made while watching pilkada debate, eating oranges. pre-chinese new year. 10.06 p.m