packing stuff just like going through the memory you have.
for the last whole year, this is the third time I am packing my stuff.
all of them, on my own.
this time, nobody helps, my life, finally got back in my hand.
I am not sure whether the word from Mike is actually breaking me or telling me the faith.
There are lots of thing that I doubt it, but I still have to or need to do it once I came here.
I can probably follow my heart to not to pick up Hong as my roomate.
I can probably accept the offer from Anne.
I can prlbably wont agree to go with Mike at the beginning.
But nobody knows what's the right thing to do until you got hurt or hurt someone.
I miss the people who actually love me.
I owe them so much that I have to try my best to live.
If my happiness is their wish, I need to find out what is the happiness for me.