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Jakarta, Indonesia

But now I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth. I am not a perfect girl. my hair does not always stay in place and I spill things a lot. I am pretty clumsy and sometimes I have a broken heart. my friends and I sometimes fight and maybe some days nothing goes right. but when I think about it and take a step back, I remember how amazing life truly is and that maybe, just maybe. I like being unperfect.