Yep, I finally forget that hate-my-stupid-life syndrome and I decided instead of sobbing over my pathetic life, I better go on. Last year, I'm an immature, stupid, troublesome and humiliating girl. But this year, I'm no longer that. Including the 'girl' part. No, I am not having a gender reassignment surgery, geez. I am no longer an immature half-crazy girl but I am now a fully-crazy but, more mature writer! Yeap, I'm pursuing my dream work of being a writer. I am so excited in writing I can almost taste the sweet victory watching my EX-CRUSH living his dull dreams while I get to see the world! I'm gonna be the next JK Rowling. My best-seller books will be a major motion picture and they will get thousand, no, million hits! Call me insane! Insane for having huge dreams!
Now, I may sound like a crazy mad scientist who try to create a life but... that is just my dreams. I don't wanna be an architect, or an astronaut, or a doctor. I wanna be a writer. But my parents' choice for me is a doctor. And that's why they sent me to a science boarding school. What can I say more?
Listen, I need to finish my homework and it's 6 in the morning. Bye, guys. Peace yo!
