So I'm gonna write this in preparation for our English task. Pardon me for my wrong grammar.
Dear Future Self,
I exactly don't know when this feelings started. Every night I found myself staring at the ceiling of my so-called private room. My room is filled with collections of mine, I never wanted them to be thrown away because they are my precious memories, in fact, I really love collecting tiny bits of things I can get from a situation that I consider as a special one. I hope you don't mind the things I'm doing right now.
