(Not finished)
I'm goin' to tell you how it was to write a novel (well it was already written, but I had to reviewed it).
I started to write it on my 33rd birthday. I felt my life lack of meaning. I only wanted to finish my PhD. I barely tolerated my life
This is about the earthquake. Put the photo you took early in the morning, that day, on September 19th.
The paper of that earthquake in China.
As much as sickness allowed me to do.
But you think that I am an ordinary guy.
No comments:
Post a Comment