In
babbling,
Screwed Up
Hm.
Actually, I don’t really know the best
reason to be given to you as if you asked me why I write this post. To be
underlined, in case you sudden ask me why. You know—or probably you don’t
really care about—that you have never asked me the typical question which every
blogger in this whole world want to hear. You know the question of ‘why you
suddenly write this on your post? I do really know it is about me’ or perhaps just
give me a smile on your face as ‘thank you for writing about me on your very
last post.’
Have you? No.
Well, I am not going to complain
about your too-cold stuff yet I don’t really need any of appreciated on my
writings. As you know—or probably you don’t even care—that I wrote all of them with
a bunch of my heart spoil into the each words, so that I do really fine. I just
thinking that probably I am into you too much that make me know you better than
anyone else.
