anyhow

you know what; i was so damn fond of a book before.
and then someday i knew that i couldnt have it anymore,
it was belonged to someone but not me
so i gave it up at last.
and life still goes on until i had found another book and give my heart to it.
sarcastically, the previous book that i'd gave up suddenly came back to me.
i dont know why would it came back and i dont feel like uncover the truth.
it would be a normal book to me, anyhow..

p.s. i dont feel like drink hot chocolate anymore