it was last weekend.
lasted till this monday.

throwing away, torn apart and wiped out memory of two decates
was not that difficult as i imaged.

really.

it’s rare that moving from one place to another five times
in single one city. and it’s tiredsome.

finding a new place is not that hard,
packing things is not that hard,
even getting rid of the old place is not that hard.
the hardest thing is selecting what to stay and what to go away for good.

when i was younger, it’s really a big thing to make decisions.
everything is supposed to be cherished.
everything is a part of my life,
nothing should be trown away.

nevertheless, this time, decisions were easy to be made.
stuffs were easy to be thrown away.
memories were easy to be wiped out.
nothing left.

good-bye mr. diary;
good-bye mr. photographs;
good-bye mr. letters.

losing you wasn’t hard to master.