Recently wrote a diary has become a habit. Every day would have wanted to say.
I probably have forgotten how to find someone to talk about my thoughts. Maybe I rely too much on my diary, it gradually became the object of my grievances.
In fact, I need a listener. He may not be a person, may not have to answer my question, as long as quietly listening, I want simply relaxed.
I am very happy when my friends know that I am weak and sad. They will comfort me, help me, at the earliest possible time.
Fortunate to have you all love, I will be well away. With your blessing, I will always go on. Always. . Bravely move forward.
I will fight to the end, until I collapsed that day.