Nothing to tell
It seems to me that I should write something, specifically for this date, but I have no idea what to write.
Everything goes in the controdictary way of my expectation. What is worst is I even become confused about my anticipation. Life would be horrible if one does not know what he wants clearly.
So to put it in another way, it's good that something stops me from moving forward, because it's time to do some thinking about myself. Farewell, 25.
Everything goes in the controdictary way of my expectation. What is worst is I even become confused about my anticipation. Life would be horrible if one does not know what he wants clearly.
So to put it in another way, it's good that something stops me from moving forward, because it's time to do some thinking about myself. Farewell, 25.
