God must be joking.

It supposed to be a good night. With wine and stuffs. At the rooftop.
But then i had this talk with my brother. He told me a bad news. And i was like… Fuck…

But i managed to showed my poker face.

His girlfriend asked me, “What are you going to do with it?”
“I don’t know.”
“How do you feel?”
I paused.
“I feel nothing.”

The truth is, i’m not ready.

God must be laughing at me right now.