Perhaps

I found a journal to share something that I wouldn't share with others.

I sent a postcard to C to make our relationship works.

I met the old Chinese guy taxi driver that I used to curse and now I keep looking for him at 12pm, because he knows me and I know him and I get used to it.

Same old love and hate friendship.

Nothing lasts forever.

Moving on, face the reality.

Perhaps, if I don't have prejudice over almost everyone, I could be happier.

Perhaps, I don't need to think about others.

Perhaps...