just like the summer holiday last year,masses of diaries were written at midnight.it’s such a a wonderful time through the day.i like the night,as i can reflect on much words,feelings...

virtually,i’ve never accepted the fairy tales as true..as well as some promise..i am,as it were,sensible to love.that’s why i say something here.if the flower won’t blossom anyhow,how meaningless the irrigating,the fertilizing,and all the hardworking is.no one will make efforts with no reciprocation..equally you shouldn’t presume upon me.even though,i’m condemned to make you choose..selfish,i know..

all i hope is similar to this flow,dating,then marrying,with a ideal companion..it isn’t supposed to be that difficult..