curhatnya • Clinging To Not Getting Sentimental

Last night at home before the new semester: my room reeks of coffee, the speaker is crooning whatever alternative rock music I had in my playlist, my things are half-packed, and I'm floating in between consciousness and blissful slumber. In short: a perfect night that will turn into a chaotic morning of double-checking my luggage and find out that most of the important stuffs are not inside.

I'm not sorry. Yet.

(Title taken from Fluorescent Adolescent by Arctic Monkeys)