Novel & Cerita Goodbye To Trash Hello To A New Me

I nod my head in response and look straight, feeling the plane taking off slowly from the ground. We were finally leaving this place behind. I took this chance and look out of the window, admiring the beauty of my hometown. “Goodbye,” I say softly, placing my palm on the window and feel a tear roll down my cheeks. Mom grasps my hand and says, “Don’t worry. You will make many friends in New York. Don’t think about what happened anymore okay?” I gave her a sad smile and look away. Never look back at this place again and move on. This will be my new beginning. I repeat this in my head a hundred times before I drift off to sleep wondering what my future will be like...

Load up on guns, bring your friends It's fun to lose and to pretend She's over bored and self assured Oh no, I know a dirty word Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous Here we are now, entertain us I feel stupid and contagious Here we are now, entertain us A mulatto, an albino, a mosquito, my libido Yeah, hey I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello, how low Hello, hello, hello With the lights out, it's less dangerous

Love yourself! END.

I say after a long pause, and hear Ben inhale sharply. “You don’t know?” He sounds as though he’s at the end of his tether. “You don’t fucking know?” “I … I have to take a walk.” Abruptly, I push back my chair and stride away before he can say anything else. I head round the back of the guest house and up the scrubby hill behind. I can see the new hostel—a concrete-and-glass building plonked in the space where the guys used to play football. I stride straight past it and keep walking down the hillside till I can’t see it anymore. I’m in a little dip in the land, surrounded by olive trees, with a derelict hut that I dimly remember from the old days. There’s rubbish here too—old cans and crisp

In a small voice, he asked, "Mr. Keaton, what would you do if you realized something had become dirty, and no matter how much you scrub it, it won't come clean?" I stopped and gently patted his shoulder. "Throw it away," I said. "The trash can is where it belongs. And you… You're meant for somewhere better." I walked out of the hall. The sky was washed a perfect blue. I took a deep breath. The lingering ache in my lungs from that old allergy attack hadn't flared up in a very long time. In my life now, there were no longer any damp passenger seats or cheap colognes. There was only the crisp, high-quality scent that belonged to me alone.

Ten years later But I, I'm in love (love, love, love, love) With my future And you don't know her And I, I'm in love (love, love) But not with anybody here I'll see you in a couple years Billie Elish Dear diary I didn't die Instead,I got reborn and life isn't unbearable anymore I am happier than ever I am happy I deserve to be happy "You're spacing out again love " "I'm processing my thoughts so leave me alone"

What the F? I realized that it’s really wrong to come here. They’re too much. "Hello, Scarlet! Please throw away my trash after you finish here! Thank you!" Anne put her trash can next to me. That's why the trash spilled on my shoes. "Ooops! Sorry!" she laughed and left.

Comment down below. Don't bother about the sickness, it just popped in my brain, it's not real. See you next time!!! Much ❤❤❤and

Not after everything. Hello lovely 🌹 again this is me saying thank you. If you've made it this far with me, I really appreciate you 💗🫶🤩 Please don't forget to drop your thoughts in the comments! ♥️

"Yeah, you're right. I just need to focus on the good stuff." "Exactly. And don't worry, I'll be your New York tour guide. By the time I'm done with you, you'll be a native. We'll get you saying 'caw-f*e' instead of coff*e in no time." We finish lunch and head back to the gallery, but Rob's words stick with me. He's right—I DO need to focus on the good stuff. This is a new chapter, a chance to reinvent myself. And maybe, just maybe, it'll be enough to help me finally let go of the past.