I feel weird after that incident.
Why is it not getting any stronger than before?
Instead, it goes otherwise.

The bruises are ugly.
My face is ugly.
My features are ugly.
My figure is ugly.
I am ugly.

I need to read.
I need to get inspiration from life.
I need to know how to live better.


Just back from Kovan.
Went to popular alone do get some stuff.
Went to shop around for awhile.
Then had lunch alone.
Boy suddenly came and look for me for awhile.
Then he went to work and I came back.

I may be writing again later.
I just got so much to say.