If I lost my backpack, I must throw it away by myself.

Writg down so many blogs w/out words that belongs to me, I am wonderg why not try to draw up some murmur things. The girl in the education office suggested me to write if I have things that I cannot talk to anybody( or should I say I shouldn't). 


But actually I won't put it here, I don't know who is followg this blog or who will follow.Sadly, what I am thinking about right now may be just a mess pointlessly. 


Empty. Useless.

Feelg so good w/ the cold wind blowg out side, I am ponderg all those pieces, memories and dreams. And the small chat yesterday evening which I cherished very much.