I think I'm someone whose inner thoughts are far richer than what I can express in words. Put kindly, I think things through carefully and plan ahead. The truth is, I overthink, struggle to express myself, and sometimes fall into the kind of insecurity and self-doubt that makes me worry about things that may never happen. Studying abroad wasn't my first choice. My parents were the ones who encouraged me, and I impulsively signed up for my school's program. I'm sure all sorts of things will happen this year, whether it's something unsuitable or something too trivial to mention to my parents and friends. But I don't want those things to happen and then simply disappear, so I thought I'd start a blog to record them. After all, whatever happens, it will be part of my life. A diary of life in England in the real world! You're welcome to click in and pass through one of my moments of reflection~
I first read your novel when I was in elementary school. Now I am about to take the college entrance examination. Why don't you come and update it?
Please look at 1968 next door... Cry
Damn, when did the hole next door get filled in?