Purpose.
Purpose.
Looking back at the past.My blog started three years ago.
Recording everything which happened.
Telling people about rumors.
Putting pictures of chalets.
Having that, I would never forget.
However, it changed.
The topics I wrote scares.
Nothing related to my surrounding.
I began to forget what had happened.
Cause, days became monotonous.
Nothing special to my life.
Our experience increase as time past.
Ones' perception changed.
Then, new friends were unique.
Now, new friends became replacement.
"You're just like my Sec. friend."
You categories them into groups.
Personality groups.
Kids irritated my sight.
Never like myself when I'm a Kid.
Don't even love myself at all.
Walking up to kids, Kicking them.
Slapping them, Silent them.
Just hoping they would listen.
Understand what is happening.
I'm so scary that I'm killing myself.
Signed Haohan