Sat, Nov 8th

I always have been interested in writing since I was a little kid, and I enjoy writing until now. Describing some sceneries and someone's heart which is filled with various emotions just by a pen is the best way to be a magician who can create his own world, I think. I have so many works words in my notebooks, although I've never tried to make them to be seen by someone else. Frankly speaking, I had pride in them.

Today I read my friend's writing. At first, I was like 'It's nice, but still I think I'm far better than her.'. I agree with that I was really arrogant. After reading all sentences of her writing, i felt something that exists inside of my mind collapsing miserably. She wanted me to feed her writing back to her, but I refused to do that. Saying my opinion about the work of her is similar with touching a bomb that can crush my pride so badly.

That is a realistic description. It's unfair one can be that good, and that's not me. I've tried hard to make my writing skills improved. Maybe harder than her. Suddenly I became miserable, just by seeing her notebook. Yes, that was just a notebook.

I'm dizzy. I think I should open my notebook and write something. Still that can be a trash comparing to hers, but at least i gotta try, i know.

(I decided to write my diary in English, but i guess this decision was not that smart. Writing in English is much harder to organize my feelings. I know practice is the only way to get better. thank you for reading this mess writing, and if you don't mind, i hope you to correct my diary. have a nice day!)