Last time I wrote a journal was a year ago? It's been ages.
I believe no one's even interested in opening my profile, let alone reading a journal... Yea, I myself get bored.
But, it always leaves a smile to look back on stuff, memories, and thoughts back then...
My habit of writing three dots after each sentence won't just go away apparently... Just the same as the fear that grows in me whenever I do a new piece.
I tell my brother this day... When one puts an effort into something and makes it happen, then leaves for a while, he'll be amazed by the effort he had put, the patience he had had. That's not the point, the point is; every time