I used to be a kinder person.
There was some series of events and some sort of current condition that makes me not so kind as I used to be. I feel that I betrayed my own self. I praise my old personality of mine of which I do help people purely, where I love every single human being around me wholeheartedly, where the world was not close-minded-ly taking goodness into flirty.
Sometimes I feel sad about how I miss the old version of myself.
The kinder person of me.
That time, I feel blessed because I did so many goodness to people.
So far than nowadays.
Sunday, February 26th 2017
A nocturnal though for a melancholic blog