The last page of the celender on which there was written 31th december look like the tree in autumn , which has no leaves on their branches . in this situation he has no fellings . no pride
I am sitting on the bed and retuning the pages of my personal dairy . The fingers of my hands are trambling , the weather was cold enough , the fire was burning and the glass of window was foggy .
I am thinking about all those promises which I wrote on the dairy in the start of the year . and I did not fulfil that promises like to get good grades in study , word hard , make my life more useful and purposeful and I pomised to reached out all those friends and family members who neglected me
Happy new year to all people on this lovely Planet