Gone.

Why is it so difficult for you to appreciate everything I've done? Why is there always flaws in my action? Sometimes I wonder what is it that you truly want from me. Most of the time I spend hating you in my heart. And eventually, you are no longer in my heart.

When the time comes, I might as well kill you in my heart.

Alive, but barely.

It took so long to reach here. It took me eight months to revisit this place. Guess I was just out of idea, like I always do.

Many things are so last year. But today, it is a new day.

Although 12 days has passed, the year is still new.

My writing is rusty. I don't even know how to write anymore. But doesn't mean I'm giving up just yet.

This is the first post for this year. An introductory. The next one may be in a few hours, or a few days. If not, maybe in a few weeks. Alas, who knows? Nobody knows. Maybe we'll see each other again in next few months.

Regards,

From my own me.