焦虑与孤独

Sometimes the thing you really love, it is like a handful of sand you scoppe scoup. The more you try to have it all and never let it go, the tighter you hold it, the faster it trickles through your fingers.

Some times Sometimes you have watched other people doing this, and say said that you can't believe it, there should could be such a loser on the planet! But now, I'm reproducing such a funny scene, the only difference is I'm crying all the way. Maybe a little will stay in my hand due to the salty water, like a reward, it's called remained 'remaining memories'.

I really don't know what I can do, although those are the words I'm most afraid to get from him. The bottom of my life seems to have been knocked down. It's hard to concerntrate concentrate on anything. I actually have a lot of work to do, a translation exxercise exercise and two papers, but all my attention is focused on something I can hardly change.

And I feel lonely. This word seems to belong to the grown-ups' world. In the past, whenever I heard the world word, I'd always think those who repeated it all the time must be the group who are trying to be cool and matured. This feeling is so new but now so strong to me. If anyone tells me that someone has commited suicide because of desperate loneliness, I'll believe it.

Writing here can be also a symptom of loneliness. It's also a desperate try, if you, the one who brought me all the smiles and tears, can see it, you may know that I need you and find your way back to me. I don't want to wait till you're gone and then wish you had known that you're my everything...

very good! 加油！