Sometimes I just feel, if I don't know how to speak, if I don't know the languages, would it be better?

I thought I've been better.

Well, at least, I am not that painful already.

I'm blessing. Always. And, looking my own new path to go. No matter what, I gotta keep moving on.

I've been waiting for a kind of new chance, or new born, to change what I want to change, or to face. But, nothing comes, nothing changed.

It's been a year. What a fool.

I have to admit that I might be always expecting for something. Even though I know it won't be possible. However, I was still waiting. But now, maybe I should quit. Like what I decided few months ago.

How many times have I said goodbye?

Don't know.










GOODBYE, anyway.