This is actually my 50th sentence for this page. The other 49 were all deleted intentionally after each time I press the period key. Well, this moment basically made me realized of how bad a writer I am. Who cares anyway, I am not actually one—I can never be good in everything that I do. All I know right now is that I had proven myself that I am not enough to anyone as always. well the thing is, I'm here to stay so I can persuade myself that everyday is a great day. That no matter how bad life is I’ll still be fine.
Anyway, right now, the clattering sound of this keyboard created by pressing them annoys me. But still I keep on pressing in the hope to come up with something good to write. Writing is harder than I ever imagined especially now that there are things unknown to me that put me on hold not to publish any bad expressions and serious emotions. So what I am doing right now is that each time I enter a message I’m deleting it right away. I am so myself today, I can be bad, and I might regret things.