I am a woman. I have known it for so long. But I thought I have denied it so long. I tried to hide it, the feeling of denying myself as a woman, but I can't. I am a 27-years old woman and inside I still feel that I am 18, maybe. I still watch cartoons, I still arguing the ideal me, still can't figure what kind of guy that I would marry someday. For everybody surround me, it's kind of lazing around. But in fact, sometime I can be as diligent as hell, but people are different, you know. Different person, different luck. Others can have luck with small efforts. I, on the other hands, when I was in middle and high school I was never lazing around. My friends that have natural-high IQ level, they maybe studied less than me to understand a subject. For the same subject. I might be studying for about three times or four times long.
And here I come, in this time, this place, this dimension, fail in my university. Just got luck can be in one of the biggest and best university in the country. Everybody was cheering for me. But not all is good. I was hardly can communicate with my pals. I don't know. I was wondering, was it because I was lack of social skills? But I was quite active in high school, everybody just know me for my stupid act. I may end up giving up. But that's not my character at all. I'm easy to get bored by something. And one of this time, I can get bored easily. My story....truthfully, it can be fit into a huge roman. A roman of a regrettable woman. What about your story?
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