This year has been tough for me. Life is not easy. I’ve been spending and wasting my time / money mostly for reading and books. I opened a book, it talked to me by telling me stories. People may called me a freak. “That man, he do not socialised with others. He stays at home and rarely came out.” Do I care? No. But I’m always scared and worried. For uncertainties. Books are my friends. Most of the times, books are better than most people. I may be alienating my self, but that doesn’t change who I am. I am human. I am weak. I die. I bid my farewell to this year, sad to say goodbye, to let you go just like that, how I wished I could fix things I’ve failed to accomplish. I welcome the new year with an open arms, hoping to bring me good news.