香菇熊的部落格

It's over.

 

When I turned the paper, I realized that this was the end.

 

At that time, I froze with sorrow as well as regretful.

All things came to  an end, whether good or bad.

Instead of the memories.

 

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I don't know how to treat myself.

Should I give myself up? Because I just go all lengths to do everthing.

The outcome might goes against my will, but what can I change the situation--even " how"?

 

I realize I always pick at me. I seldom pride myself on my achievement.

 

But I cannot let on that everything was going on, disappearing or even never happened in the past.

 

Because all of these things are my last cherich... or respect.

 

 

I do what I ought to do.

 

But in vain.

 

It's over, indeed.

 

I should face the music.