When The song "Multo" by Cup Of Joe reminds me of my close friends who i took effort to stay up late, play, hangout and talk to them because i want to try my best to change—where I'd try to be myself again. Where; i found comfort and trust. Wherein I gradually calmed my nerves out, they had been helping me and i know they do not know that. I'll not tell them anyway. They haunt my late nights because that's the times i go talk with them and share memories. Where I can't let go Where i opened my heart to share those momentos which traumatized me and wounded my poor heart—and yet they listened to me and understood me in their way i do not have an idea of—they bring light to my darkness, and now, they haunt me every night I'm trying my best and i guess that's where my attachment to my close friends started—they made me feel like a person, and i do not want to lose the friendship we made. I want, i want it. And i would want to fight for it. the touch of their words—still lingers. and they haunt my emotions everytime.

for my online family; hei, v, aki, shizu and etc idk them ngl.