Today is the umpteenth time for me to sleep for a whole day from last night, due to the depression I am affected with. I hate this habit, but I can't quit because I am addicted to the dreams in sleep which I feel better than the vacuous real life. What can I do if I am awake? I have no friends as company, no hobbies to raise my interest, and no riches to enjoy luxury. Even in WeChat I can not share complacent things to draw others' attention while their Moments always make me jealous. What pathetic life!

And sleeping is the expedient. I have no choice. When I sleep I don't always have beautiful dreams, sometimes the dreams are eccentric and even horrible while I feel they are with people and plots that I can really experience. But a dream has to be wakened, just as a story has an end. When I part from the illusion, everything comes to naught. Then I will have the feeling of regret or even fright, and only in few times content. That is the reason why I am not always satisfied with a common dream, and choose to sleep one more round for another dream which is possibly with more comfort.