Sometimes I forget to think of what I want to do when I am obsessed by worries about my future. That is very stupid. I have been like that since this semester started. When study becomes mere obligation, there's no fun. I am a fool.
One of my Australian friends gave me an email last month, but I didn't find it until yesterday because the email address he sent to was my old one. We started writing to each other again. He told me about his recent time, and about the other friends of mine there. I don't know why, but his emails often move me to tears. I have my precious friends there. Even though my future course is almost coming off rails, even though there are unlucky things at once, I should not forget that I am the happiest person who has them as my friends. 











