It’s hot for a few weeks. Very hot. And my body has been burning by the hot weather. I don’t want to say any word. I don’t want to eat anything. There’s nothing I need. I’m trapped in chaos.
Now I find that you must learn to bear something. Experience is wealth. They told me. Or they use it to comfort me.
It’s easy for us to meet troubles. Failure can be easily “made” by us. Especially when we are growing up. Is that right?
Now I’m being so low. I want to get some changing. I don’t like the working environment for the time being. But what I only hear is chance will get to me, but please be patient to wait.
I’m still naive.
Sometimes, I’m disappointed. I know I can’t be. But it’s hard to control your mind while being tortured.
I’d like to share every word with you. And you just said some words and then disappeared. You’re busy. I robbed your time.