I miss my everything, my passion on journal, my simple thought in the middle of the night, the way I used to write them through my fingers. I miss the athmosphere among people to discuss without any intrigue. I miss the classes I used to attend..
I've tried my best, to get the seat. I had two chance and the last time I failed. Trying to positive thinking that perhaps it's the best for me. My calculation is totally different from heaven's calculation. I just have to accept it and keep on trying..
