Diary: Oh yes, you are!
Diary: OH YEAH REALLY. CAN'T YOU SEE THERE'S SO MUCH DUST IN HERE?
Me: ...I don't see any dust.
Diary: OH YOU LITTLE-- alright, I'm leaving!
Me: Wait, you can't leave! You're part of my life!
Diary: So what it feels if your part of your life is leaving you!?
Me: Uh... sad?
Diary: So that's it! Then be it! We're done here!
Diary: I'm going!
Me: Wait, no! Please, don't leeeeaavee!
...okay that's much of the cheesy dialog between me and my diary. Oh, my insane diary. I'm sorry if I forgotten you, it's just... I don't have that much time to spend it with you. *but in fact, I'm too lazy to update it.*
Hmm. I'll get the designing major, or English literature. Yeah, between those two. That has been fixed. I'm quite interested at those subjects, as you can see here. My hobby is drawing, and I'm interested at English, that in fact I'm Indonesian. Though, there may be still some grammar errors, but I'll get rid of it somehow.
How about my dream to go to London? Hm, good question. When I rethink of it, I think it's best to start from your local country. I'm afraid that if I have not enough mental and physic strength, I couldn't survive well :v
Oh well, maybe that's all for tonight. Again, I'm so sorry, my insane diary.
Diary: JUST LEAVE ALREADY!
Me: I thought you're the one who leaving?
Diary: Uh, well... yeah, well... ah darn.
Me: Tehee ( =w=)r~
...okay. See ya... in decades. *kicked*