2018-11-18 The first day  Just w

I try to persuade  Writing each day. But i'm not sure if I can insist on it.

Lack of dream as I am luck of imagination. It is this place.  Life made me lose my passion. Honestly i'm not  Being very well.

Maybe just a fine. But far from fantastic. Far from wonderful. The places and life I truly want.

I miss you. I don't know whom i'm missing. Might not be anyone. I know.  Maybe the future of myself. But when my future would come ， I'm just waiting. I'm just waiting. Maybe for someone. Maybe for some occasion. I'm just waiting. Like a mushroom waiting for the rain.

I try to keep good care of myself. In case I will not be able to see you. Or maybe i'll never had the chance. Maybe I lose  I lose you a long, long time ago. Shall we meet again? Shall we meet when i'm still I am. I keep good care of myself. Looking forward to meeting you. Where are you being?