Nowadays, blogging time is such a precious time for me. I can’t tell how I miss to make a fiction story, or bring something here out of my brain. I miss to write until late at night, only to satisfy myself. Maybe this is my another random post because I have things on my mind.
I was a pessimist person, first I was in trouble I would cry and complain. I thought much, and I needed someone to be right beside me and said “everything will be okay, no matter what I’ll be here”. I bothered people around me, and I wasn’t a nice person, I wasn’t tough and I didn’t have a strong woman material. Until someday I realized, I couldn’t be the same person. I start doing things that I might not do in the past.
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