when everyone looks busy while I could do nothing, this is
torment. This special period is so hard to tolerant
that makes such feelings that I am a loser. No place to say, no one understand because this is
the way you have to face by yourself. I am
confused for being paid with my heart so many years to everything, to
everybody, what is left. Waiting and wasting time, everyone has a lot to
communicate. Only silence belongs to
me. This situation shocked me and it beyond my imagination. Sometimes,
I wish there is an erase in my mind, so I can erase those memories that I kept
as precious.
As for those precious. what is my precious?
One by
one losing.
Happy, Not happy ,Numb.
Sensibility person,died of heart broken. Meaningless……