Dad is right. Maybe I've too much wants. I'd required too much. Maybe I shouldn't be so. Perhaps I was wrong.

I've to be considerate. Not just myself. And the bearing power of family. I promise I never did it again.

It strange. I'm not patient to people. I lost my patient. What's wrong with me? I need to calm down... And now I know the fact that I'll never cross again.

I want to study in the university. I know there is no backup for fail. If I did. The wants will become a hope, the broke. It'll never came back if you fail.

So that stress is obviously hard. I may called it "the dooms day" now. I can not imagine what will happened in that day. As if you're opening a box, given that there is another bomb placed on your neck and counting the time if you're not going to open it. And that's your future. If you calculate if you open the box. It's no doubt that you must to. Because, in other words, you've no choice.

As weak as a rabbit. You have no power to change your fate. And that's it. Or up or down. No standstill. The only thing you can do is try to blew up the chance of trillion, but you still don't sure what'll be or perhaps you'll already be.

Or isn't.

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