Some songs hit different when life throws you into chaos. Green Day’s “21 Guns” is one of those. Lately, one part of the lyrics has been stuck in my head
Eight months of the same cycle: laptop, cats, and overwhelming loneliness in my bedroom. This month, I finally decided—enough. Enough of locking myself in this situation, enough of letting my mind spiral into dark thoughts.
These past few weeks, I’ve reached the lowest point of my life. Drowning feels like an understatement. Words don’t help anymore—not from friends, not even from professionals. I’ve failed before, but never fallen this deep.
There’s something about that year that refuses to let go of me. The perfect clouds drifting over campus, the unbeatable energy of student life, the way Bandung’s cool air felt on my skin.
Well, buckle up. The past few months? A complete rollercoaster. Let’s just say, life didn’t just throw me a curveball—it launched a whole freakin’ storm.
There’s something cruel about loving something so much that you decide to make it your life, only to watch that love slowly suffocate under the weight of necessity.