first terawikh this year, and it felt good. i was thinking about Mak alot. how she looked the last time i saw her. what we used to talk about. man, i miss her. and it doesn't get easier. whatever they say about it getting easier, they're lying.

i also thought about Daddy. i hear he's doing pretty bad. i wanted to see him but he was sick.

i don't care what anybody says. i love Ramadhan. it's the one month i feel secure. going to terawikh, buka puasa with friends, fasting on all your bad habits. it sounds bad but it feels so good.