Including one I have been working on for months.
and Including a letter to someone dear.
fuck:/.

Oh, well. work can be reestablished, but not replaced.

words; like people, are precious, and it hurts to lose them, but we let go; knowing they won't ever be as tangible, the memories will remain untouched.

Though it hurts when you put time, and mind into a work, that didn't go far enough to make it public.
Though as we all know, it is all our fault.

You can conclude (hopefully), from what is written above, that my work is not the only thing that has been bothering me. And must there be a reason for deleting all my data without a back-up.

In account of happiness: a friend came to school to pay me a visit I love him.