It’s just not like the year before, nothing special. Without expectation,
life seems not so meaningful. Tragedy? I may not use this word. But indeed
it really is in some degree. Regret? Maybe. But I deserve it because I give
up something for a stupid reason. Still hope something will happen in the
coming future. Something that may be good and happy for me, but not only
for me. Do I need to make decision? Yes, I’ve made decision. Don’t ask
me what it is. I won’t say it out loud at this moment.
Soon, it’s the end of boring June.