Few days  ago I have announced that the new comment system has been installed to Journalist. That is really a cool and convenient function indeed, unfortunately i discovered that my recent record on google search engine is crashed. I guess that is because of the plugin. If I keep using this plugin it probably will affect my position on google search engine. So i can’t use it anymore. It’s quiet pity for giving up the conveniency of Intense Debate. 

Besides, I received some comments for the latest work. I deeply love to read those receptions, especially for this novel. Undoubtably it’s ashamed to reveal some pieces of my dark memory. I have incubated this story for few years. When you still trapped in a thing, you are absolutely not able to describe it. What more can I say? You can’t describe what exactly the youth is but the atmosphere of it, so I brushed up my skill of writing “the side thing”.

Moreover, I have no idea of why youth is usually related with death in movies, fictions and comics which is about younger. I have also put some materials of death into my work. Some of my readers and friends asked me whether it is real or not? Most of materials are real, I said. I do afraid of people involved would blame me for revealing the tale, but I don’t give a shit at all. I want to keep that tale. 

Last thing i am going to write is about my health. After taking a new kind of pill, I am better in sleeping at least. Of course, it inevitably causes some god-damn side effects. For example, my sexual sense becomes quiet blunt, it takes very much time for me to reach the climax in sex activities. It’s sucks. I know that some men keep seeking ways to strengthen their quantity on bed, but being difficult to conquer your desire is not an good state to have. Life is always a dilemma. In this case i can only choose to cure my anxiety instead of the physical desire. That part should be sacrificed.

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