So I was rampaging(lol) my room last night, looking for a notebook.
It's something I had been working on day & night for 2 months.
And that was almost 10 years ago.
I'm thinking of working on it again, so I searched high & low for it.
Despite destroying my nail polish in the process, I couldn't find it! (つд⊂)
I remembered of a major room-cleaning session 2 years ago.
Did I accidentally throw it out?!
But I had sworn to never chuck it~.
I have that gut feeling that it's somewhere in my room.
Maybe it's mad at me for neglecting it for so many years (lol)
Anyway, I found this book which I had bought 3 years ago.
It's just the very book I need...
Why? I'm addicted to misery. (´･ω･`)
为什么? 我对痛苦已经上瘾了. (´･ω･`)