
Like a week ago, I found these 3 pieces of my diary books. As reading it slowly and absorbed at whatever I ever wrote there (also realizing how I was such a dreadful human being for 10-5 years in the past); I feel like even for now, in this brand new 2014, I still havent change significantly, meaning my life still so-so with no huge impact for others. Please I dont have any good impact for myself either. Once there was old me wrote on one end of my diary page: Do every human always think that they are the poorest people in the world? Believe me, it is hard to think you are not, when you surrounded...