It’s been a year, more than one year. This
sad news delivers me to write my blog post again.
Chester Bennington is passed away. Yea, definitely internet brought it to me.
But why I feel like, all my world is falling down. Down to the bottom of my
past, my highschool hell stories, my bestfriend and my first love. 18 hours
after the news spread. Here, me one of your people, no, you’re and your guys,
Chester Bennington, Michael Kenji Shinoda, Rob Bourdon, Joseph Hahn, and brad
Delson, this message is for you guys. Please holding on and thank you always
with my regardfulness.
Mental illness? That’s not a surprise for
become a centre attention from another centre attention people, or want to be
centre attention people, that compete to anyone lives by entertainment world with
huge famousity and others problem surrounded, I hate to read comments by people
who can’t put any respect to other side’s condition. I decide to not browse all
post about him, I just sad. I just want to know the cronology, that put off my phone. I don’t need their
fucking opinions on you. It’s just me and you guys right now.
To pace away this shockness, I play an old
movie. Disconnected? Ah yea, that’s so me. That’s why you guys help me to
keeping my path. The very hot day after school, your hybrid theory and Meteora.
Do you guys know how I find you? One gloomy day I regret myself to choose agree
enter the school I ain’t want, I just do it to my Dad. I’m so regretting my
school live and I hate for become the target of bullying. Yes, I’ve been
bullied by the kids in my school because ‘I’m different’. That day, the pirated
illegally compact disk seller at the street near my school. That one song hinted all over radio, when I still don’t
understand about how easily download it songs later. I ‘m looking for your cassette,
I save my money and we run over to cassette stores, me and my friend, we escape
school, we escape extended classes. To buy cassette, the next day I play your cassette
every day until about countless turn to flip-flop the cassette side. Your scream and that blah-blah-blah rapping
(my mom said) is noisy all over the house, remembering I’m the only daughter in
the house, it’s categorized as abnormal. And yea indeed, I have some family issues too. I can’t deny myself
that I was a teenager who needs more attention from family and running for a
direction. Communication never be my right to speak out
inside the house, where my thinking considered as not important. Until now. There, I met also my
bestfriend and my first love. There I start to have something finally I can
dream on. I want to be focus pass my highschool life and made it extraordinary.
I, this so-called delinquent student, who in fact being bullied and almost
alone, slow at study and nervous to talk to my crush; have the boldness to get
better.
Day by day, after that and also the
college life. You start to change your genre, I don’t care. I’m willing to stay
with you guys, though people say it’s stupid and you guys are confused and lose
identity. It’s not. Music made by experience, all your lyric, the melody, rhythm,
comes as gift. You made it because it’s
your message, your story. We choose you because we adore you. We are at the
same path, you made us a clear line how we feel about our live. If you change
your music and we stay, it means we’re still at the same path. Behold, please
behold! Do it like you guys first met, like you guys first talk and decide to
make what song it should be, into your album. I never met you directly, I never
watch your concert, not a single one. My family is poor. Me too, broken. Our connection is just songs. All people who
choose you, all stay. Don’t regret life. You guys are bigger, the bigger leads.
Adore you always.
Chester Bennington.
