Recently I've been dreaming every single day. In camp, I look forward to lights off as I want to sleep and dream. None of my dreams made any sense so far, full of lame shits. However, certain dreams made me cry in the middle of the night. I dreamt of my parents, my brother or anyone whom I love.

Sad to say, I've rather live in a good dream forever. I don't wish to wake up to face the harsh reality in life. But life still moves on and I'm contented with the fact that I'm able to live it. As I grow older, I'm getting afraid of aging and the lost of my loved ones eventually.

Make the best out of it, yet so fucking tough. Give me a chance, I'll get back to my childhood and remain there.