There are numerous old stuffs in my house and every stuff has been always with me till now. Whenever any difficulties or impressive incidents happen, I have always told these stuffs my every story. It seems these stuffs suffer the hardship and unforgettable memory for me. Unforgettable things never disappear and always exist there. These small babies suffer the hardship deep in my heart, accompany me getting through my growth, burden my sorrow and protect me at all times.
Things has been a little bit changing since the second half of 2015.
Just as the old days in junior high when I was living by myself, a lot of emotions started to blow with no limit. I was capable of feeling happiness, sadness, madness, and the faith of god in this room, especially on the small single bed. I escaped and released my disturbed feelings on it. I got through the my doubts and strengthen my faith in god by screaming or just recalling my good memories. All these things happened in this small, bight space, so that lying on the bed was probably the most thing I’ve done during the past two years.