Not anymore.

Loving a book so much because it's characters are relating. No one to share my feelings with, not because of no friends but trying to keep everything to myself. I remember the first secret I want to keep was a wish, and it came true without telling anyone. Mm..

Not that kind anymore, yet, still good. Be good to the ones treat me good, be no one to certain people. Listening to the songs that I used to listen most of the times before, and all the memories came up unexpectedly. I guess that's the bad thing love to listen to music as it may bring up sweet and bitter memories. Men remember things that cause pain or happiness easily. I think painful memories are like scars, hard to wash off.

Trying to change, change, CHANGE. Guess it's long and tough way, but I think I can make it work. This is what people called "grow up", no pain no gain, growing up with pains, that I will be more mature, I believe.