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Dialog Diri


Dialog Diri tidak perlu lagi diberikan sebuah pengertian. It’s all written in the phrase itself.

As a procrastinator indiscipline living creature, I train myself to constantly put my heart and ideas into the only form which struggle I relish; words. I’m pretty exhausted with myself who always found thousand excuses. Now, this is my way to beat that demon, through this plan I made. 

I need to write constantly, intensely, thoroughly. Due to my lack of experience, I will write in a free format, not being tied up into some labels of writing. Mine is not always about my personal life, it contains anything I feel towards everything at the moment; people’s stories, stranger’s silent cry, even a crack of an old door. It will be written under Dialog Diri; setiap kata dan cerita yang terucap dalam hati. 

I need to be fully committed to this. Dan seharusnya ini menjadi hal yang mudah untuk dilakukan, mengingat berapa banyak hal serta cerita yang aku bayangkan dalam satu hari kehidupan. Aku tahu, ini saatnya untuk mencoba menuliskannya dari dalam hati tanpa harus ragu atau malu. Dialog Diri akan menjadi kumpulan tulisan yang tidak saling berkaitan satu sama lain—tapi, lihat saja nanti. 

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