delayed to decay

In the late of November, I decided to fill my diary again. Rrr… what if we say it a journal instead of diary? As the Wimpy Kid says that, it is the teenagers’ way to say diary, hoho…

Anyway, in the last day of November, without any serious purpose, I write something on it

Here is the inset

 

It is not special at all indeed, but comparing to what happened to me one year ago and what happen to me now is lil bit funny.

One year feels so short and fast.

I can change in a year

Hahaha