Finally I wrote something. It's the last week of my semester break. I feel relieved. The thought of "it's okay" seems finally working. The last semester of my foundation is coming. From what I recalled, every semester seems like episodes or seasons of a drama. Only it's my life. First episode was really special. I'll keep the details to myself. Second, was a bit like roller coaster. Luckily it ended well. I'm not really a thrill-lover. I just want to do the stuff I like quietly and peacefully. Last season, how would it be? Out of everything, the guilt remain. I wonder is it because I care or it's just because of myself?
Well, ultimate mission of the year, I want to be a better person :)
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