I live because I belive.

I don't know... it just today's exam, Chinese a.k.a Mandarin. Im not really good at it, but still manage to pass. Just during writing the Chinese paper, I written a story. It was quite nice +.+ and Im loving it, but it was definitely not my kind of way of living ( mean the story I wrote).
SYP:
A gurl who had mental problem, seen physologist before. Only had a friend - Lily, the only. But she treated Lily more than friend but does Lily know?
A kind of story. Dead, adventure, love... thats my type. Unique, interesting, unusual, etc. Then, after the writing. I felt wanna write more, but I don't have enough time. Then it gives me faith to take Chinese class next year. (maybe) Maybe this is a kind of miracle, who knews..

I live because I belive.

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