people grow up

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You know what, I just vomited looking at my old posts. This blog existed since 2011! And I was 9 at that time! So I posted since 2011 and MY OLD POSTS ARE SO ANNOYING AND EMBARRASSING. Those are really embarrassing me. Those describe how annoying and immatured I was. The way I write the entries was so immatured.

Well, That's why they say, people change and grow up.


                                               

By this, we can see that puberty hits everybody and it's obvious. I mean, me a year ago and me right now is totally not the same person. Maybe we judged people two years ago because we didn't like them. But I dare you to stare at them who we used to judge. Stare. And I bet you'd say that hey are different than two years ago. (except for those who total sucks) 

I have to admit that puberty is actually good for ourselves. (excepts if you got puberty in the wrong way. that's not good) It makes us mature from level to level. And I'm going to tell you this. Being mature is a good way of living. I swear. I like to be around mature people rather than immature people. But hey, I don't judge immature people. They will have their own time for their puberties. Even my friends are all immature but I love them unconditionally! (I don't believe I said that xD)

And one more thing, maybe "PAIN CHANGES PEOPLE" is a cliche quote but I agree with it. Even though it's cliche, it's true. Because it happened to all our lives. If it hasn't happen to you, it will. Trust me. Just wait.

                                   Because the more pain you got, the more mature you are.

We learn from pain.

And I have an important reminder. Don't ever ever ask for people's sympathy. DON'T. Don't tell to public about your problems so they can feel pity and you will get more attention. JUST DON'T. This is not good for yourself and other people. If you want to tell your problems, just ask for sympathy from God (Allah). Or spill it to important people in your live. What? Nobody is there for you? I understand. Just make du'a or pray to your God. If you can't take this anymore, here's for you. Vent . An app which you can spill your thoughts and feelings there. It's good. I love that app. Go install it.

P/s: promise me you won't read my old entries xD

Yokai!


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