Why, thank you.
A dear friend of mine shared a serious conversation.
Friend N: You know what’s your problem?
NoktahHitam: No. Lay it out.
Friend N: You’re a nice guy pretending to be dark and wicked.
NoktahHitam: What made you say that?
Friend N: Come on dude, I’ve known you more than 12 years.
NoktahHitam: Shut up.
I guess the wicked side of me mellowed or I grew wiser. Either way, I really wish I’d have that impulsive writing back. Knocking on my keyboard relentlessly, deleting half of it and publish it without fear.
Time has changed. I’m an adult now ➡