2018/03/31
I'd never given much thought to how I would die.
But dying in the place of something I love seems like a good way to go.
However, it seems that I couldn't touch what I love anymore.
If I would have another chance, maybe I would never choose here. Maybe I could have a better life, I could do what I want and what I love , I'm willing to stay up late everyday, only for the life what I desire.
But I've come here, this is my fault.
Gullibility, credulousness, innocence, and ignorance...
they ruin all my lifetime.
And there's no way to reverse.
Sometimes I think about going to die, but I also consider it's not worth, because I've undergone too much and I'm still alive.