Assuming of being perfect is what I want. Do the best of everything but still at a range of middle classes. Wanted everything to be done the best results with a half-dead.nice work. When someone judging, our hearts began to feel incoherent. From calm to churning. The work we do, they say imitation. I make the same mistake again. The days never would stop. Sad!
Todays with heavy rain. Storm in the dampness and cold. But the heart is not tranquil a bit already.