I don’t really know what to say in this empty document but my soul tells me to do so. I have nothing to say, really. So, maybe, I’ll just start with anything:

I met this girl, I think she’s beautiful—or maybe just her face. I don’t really recognize her way because I don’t really want to observe or analyze her movements. I don’t know. I always see her. Almost everyday. But I don’t think I really like her. And because, in the first place, I don’t really want to talk about it. She’s about the same to all the girls that I saw before. She’s nothing new. Just like how people discover something; she’s not really new, I just discovered her. She’s a human being just like me—nothing special. I think, I always meet people on the way… but… do I really need to consider them as NEW PEOPLE or WHAT? I don’t think so. It’s hard to tell which is new and which is not. We might consider something to be new but in the first place, those things only come from other things too. Maybe the only new things that can be considered are our ideas, thoughts, and how we think everyday.