Frank Ocean’s Moon River on repeat as the shuttle drove further from the only place that smelled like home. I held my tears just like always, and it’s still streaming down my cheek -just like always. 

There are things that you’ll never used to no matter how often you’ve get through it, like being fat, or having a bad grades, or going back to Bandung after a happy long weekend. I used to love Bandung, or probably still do, but now Bandung just feels like the pain I need to bear over and over again.

You are okay

You are okay

You are okay

Be okay joon, please?