These days there's nothing special, because not much of what I do today. again I skip lessons, and sleep (almost) all day. more than 15jam. haha, I'm pretty depressed today, man. depression which made itself huahahaha. but about two o'clock I woke up and remembered the novel that I bought some time ago, and I have not finished reading. Autumn In Paris, by Ilana Tan. some time ago I read it briefly. Initially I thought the standard story, the hidden love, love in the heart. I had fun but very serious, intending to finish reading it. and ... oh it turns out .. I swear, really good story! very good! complications get really! I really like the same story to the point I was crying, really. story teaches us that the name "love" and "love" is not forever be expressed directly. because if those we love also loves us, surely he would understand and be familiar with all the love we give. if you feel interested, read it, my friend.
Autumn in Paris, by Ilana Tan
and there was more work of Ilana Tan else that seemed interesting. look at this,
Spring in London
Summer in Seoul
Winter in Tokyo
ah I'm so confused which to buy because I did not have much money and help me chose huhu ya, buddy...
thanks for reading,with so muchoo love,
astrikha
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