date: Monday, August 29, 2011 I'm wondering why my brain so small, when I have so much things inside every single day. I can't deny myself for that. Forcing yourself not to think is impossible. It's like breathing without a heart. Daily routine, and somehow my mood is like a calendar, everyday, every month and every year. It keeps on repeating the same thing every single year. Is it me, my problem or..? First year bad, second year worst and the third year? fourth year? Seems like quite awhile I last write something on my blog. May all beings be happy. |
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