My Contrast

They exist only to remind me of all the rest of it

Now should be the time that I have done some interviews and translate them into a news article. I’m not sure if this can count as a piece of homework. Anyhow, a fresh writing is before you, take it if you like.

Seriously I am writing my own blog, hopefully I could invite all my families, friends and even teachers to visit my blog and have fun and even feedback to me. No, this I did not, in my contrast.

Life could be really hard when you find a lot of things to do while relaxing for things you have done. No, the very thing you receive is just the thing you thought to be done perfectly- my dream-like contrast.

Imagination is useless when it becomes complaints. Now this imagination is much sweeter than anything you can get in the world. The contrast is it’s both surreal and satisfying.

Literature has become the most prevalent factor to me and to the blog. Now it satisfies me, torments me and is supposed to be accepted as a formal enough homework.

Exposure is the only thing I want or I can do when I feel extremely lonely. No, everything else is behind, aside, and false. Yes someone would say I am silly in effort that I may wake up; you are right, leave me alone.

A door is all I want, and I have just shut it up.

The only thing I have is contrast, and the only audience contrast. Contrast as my journalism.

(Now I feel good, if I were not good)