Most of my life I think of writing something new... may be something good... something that can be ended beautifully. But every time *NOTE the word EVERYTIME* I ended up being getting bored by the stories I create because they still have a long way to go and I just feel so lazy for it. So, instead I delete them. I let it go. I get rid of them to freed myself from burden.
Oops, I just forgot I only have to give introduction about this book. Just got distracted by the waves of emotions I'm feeling in this pool.
This book, non-fiction, is either going to be published or going to be deleted just like my other books, to be pretty honest. If you wanna read it, you're most welcome dear because you're gonna feel the world through my mind, but if you don't, it doesn't matter... not because you do not matter but because I'm writing for my own fun. For all those who still want to know about the book, you may actually look inside to find what's this book about. Sounds boring, eh?