I shall get real and be mature.

Sentence of the day: Everybody has flaws.

I am dotted with flaws too.

If everyone is without flaws, then the world will be imperfect. Because everybody will be a molds of the other. Then there is nothing to live for.

That was random.

Maybe I am still too attached to Ny.

Maybe I should discontinue blogging...

The world is suddenly so blue.

I'm going to bed.