No move. No promotion. There’s no change in several months. Come on! Please go. Don’t stop.
Unexpectedly, just a minute ago, I found there’s no entries posted last month to another space of me. Nothing done in a month. I even didn’t noticed it. How time flies! I’ve no idea about it.
I wouldn’t like to get haircut before promoting back to office again. I’ve been waiting. I don’t know whether I can do that really. It’s my dream. It’s my word.
You didn’t read my entries. You didn’t browse my space. You didn’t concern about me.
Some of you did; some didn’t. Actually. So that it doesn’t matter I write or not.
Few see the URL.
I’ve been unhappy for two months. I’ve not been close to you for two months.
I wouldn’t touch you.
Then gradually, everyone gets itself in some relationship.
What about me?