Reading is my hobby. Now gone, like it's not even exist at all...  And I once wrote for fun, but where was the fun I once had?

It is 2026. I felt better now, but the fun still haven't comebacks yet. Who am I and why am I existed with purposeless thought? 

Well... I have to endure this blindness. I can't cry much more of this. This is my pain after all, not your responsibility to help me. 

God bless, my book-lover brothers and sisters.