I just read my old
nice story about my progress in writing my experiences. I reliased that I ever
be a good writer, hehe
And now, I just
missed it, I miss the moment when I got problem and mistakes to countinue my
tast, I miss the note who make me laught now. Also I miss the people who always
came to my blog and leaved some comments. It be a sweet memories of me.
Wherever I lost my
sleep time to go back to my “save time in the past”, I know that I am a lucky
friend, I am a lucky young lady who can write and draw a short story that nice
to read, and I am a lucjy English student who find a real people that have same
feeling with me. But I am not lucky now. Why I should say sentimental like
this? Because I get imsomnia again, and again.
I think it is hard
to explain and I didnt want to discuss about that. The true statement that I
know is I am alive and still alive ever after
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