And here I am, again, after more than a semester, writing on my own blog that is dusty now. I hope no one is having allergic of dust like me so you will not sneeze while reading my writing. Oh, you don't need to take your tea because my writing will not be that long and it will be so much boring that you will just scroll it up and down to see the pictures, only.
Time passed by like...well, even faster than a running cheetah. There have been many chapter of life that I've passed and I just feel...old. It was me in 2014 who worried about being 18. It was me in 2015 who enjoyed my 18 because it is always be okay to make mistake in your 18. But then the 18 disappeared and I become a 19 years old girl who is in my third grade of university. A third grade university student without any single thing to be proud of.
But still, I want to wear their shoes so badly.
If you're going to warn me that I might be hurt by wearing other people shoes just because of the size, you're doing useless thing because I don't mind to be hurt as long as I am wearing the shoes that I really want. But at the end, I know that I will not be able to break legs just to steal their shoes. I just can not. But at the end, I have to fight from the zero point. Again.