Next year, I will have to go in for an university entrance examination.
1 year, 2 years, 3 years and now it's 5 years. I was chasing my dream so hard, the dream which I can become an artist.
I was so wrong.
There is a famous write in my country used to say: "The carelessness in any kind of job is an indirect dealing. But the carelessness in literature is too ignoble." (Sự cẩu thả trong bất cứ nghề gì cũng là một sự bất lương rồi. Nhưng sự cẩu thả trong văn chương thì thật là đê tiện.)
Or not just literature, it's embraces all artistries.
I write, I think, I told, I draw all of my story with my every heartbeat. They are not just some kind of story. They are me. Just me.
I am an egoist after all.
My goal now is the best university of Law in my country. I'm good at literature and history, so it's good for me. But if I stay and do nothing and choose Art university, I have 90% chance to successful. But I choose a harder way.
At last, I wake up from my fake dream. I'll choose the real way, to reach my real dream.
That's all. In summer I was waste too much time for an ignominious person. Well now I freeeeeeeeeee. Luckily all of my art gave to her is just crap > v 0b Now I can write my story more and more perfect, not stupid like her own fetish. Not anymore.
See ya <3 <3 <3