Maybe I still a loser in love, or maybe I wasn’t mature. I don’t know why I think like that. And I don't know what love is. I have been failed for two times. Those ever hurt me badly. Now I wouldn’t trust it. Somebody ever thought I was so extreme and negative. To tell the true, I don't care about it any more since that. I think I might be distant. Think about the past, it makes me cry, make me smile…but heartrending at last. I was supposing it well, but just the opposite to what I wish. It makes me disappoint. I have wept so much. Fortunately, my friends support me however. When I felt lonely, they always confabulate with me, let me felt happy, make me smile….
From then on, I become sensible. I clear about what is importance or not. I awoke myself: bravery, I must be strong when what may…happen. Do well ~~~~~