i came you left

you know where ATC leads me to?
i do not quite know where it brings me to. but definitely somewhere you find serene and it sounds like your wildest dream!
it is so bleak and cloudy like you're walking through the longest tunnel filled with smoke, finding your way out to somewhere beautiful and somewhere you can see your past, present and the future.
Ponder ponder ponder... whats life? i am still constantly searching for my real identity and what i really want. But sadly, after much rumination i didn't get my conclusion.
Maybe just not yet, maybe the one didn't really exist or it might be somewhere just there.
i do not know


many things are just not right in the face and many times we can never be the best.
Best fall, weak rise. Weak fall, best rise. And it goes on......
Thank goodness, crazy writing essays days are over! OVER WOOOHOOOO
it gets me so sick of it to the point, i just heck it totally.
this gives me more reasons to hate myself, because if i were to continue not giving a shit to my work, grades will fall really badly and sayonara St Martins!
Really thank you all the ever kind and lovely ones, Aaron, Zhi and Amanda for editing my horrible essays!
Aaron died laughing by my content (not very encouraging!), totally blood sucked him with my horrible sentence structure ; let alone grammar errors seriously. zomfg
oh well i can never deal with words thou writing is a beautiful thing and i really really admire strong writers.


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too much of disappointments will it lead to giving it up?
no please, turn back to me.