journal

mom, time is flying to the day of testing. this is the last semester but I didn't feel any relaxed and even more panic. I m so scared that I cannot give you everything as I promised you, I am so frightened that I will let you down and cannot make you be proud of me. Uncle, i think i have let you go, but the truth tell me that you are still here somewhere inside of me deeply. it cannot deny that i can take off my proud, my pride and everything of my when I am standing in front of you, only you are the one. I cannot understand myself any more. I told myself you are not the Mr. Right, you are not the appropriate type of man to me, but I just cannot~!!! I miss you, miss your back, your shirt, your hand touch my head and smooth down along on my hair, your dressing style, your playboy-looking and you're calling my nickname.