Last morning on April, and I sit in front of my computer, tired from everything happened this week.
My computer crashed.
A temperamental conversation with a client.
Fitting twice.
Kinokuniya sale and Sushi Tei.
Deadlines.
A program which can't be installed properly.
Future projects.
Slightly broken heart.
And suddenly I realize that in another two months, I'll be 23. A bestfriend is getting married. Another will graduate. Then I remember lots... lots of moments happened from the day I turned 22.
Somehow I miss the days when I can sleep and wake up late without any worries.
