Hi there. I don't know where I should start. I only skipped 1 class this week, which is an improvement. And that's it, I guess. God, I have no life.

Anyway, beside college, I continued my weekly writing and drawing that actually pretty good for an 1-hour work. So, it's been a successful month. Yeay! But, things are not going pretty well with reading as I always procrastinated. I guess it's because the book was too difficult. Or maybe it was just not interesting for me. I ran out of novels.

It's also my birthday yesterday. Nothing special. I barely got out of my bed actually. I can't believe it's been 22 years. I feel like there's a little of me that changed over the years. What I realize is that I've become more selfish in a way. And I'm still a fool as I keep longing for others' recognitions. I used to be the one that finishes first in the race, and now that I'm here I realize that I've been taking things for granted. I never knew what it feels to fail while others made it.

I hope that things will work out in the end.