Whitout posting any blogs these days, I feel some feeling deep inside of mybody is calling me back here to write, and what is so real is that writing something is so good that I can feel my own life is. For a whole day's hard work, we almost forget who we are, we are busy with anything except caring our own world, as someone says "the bigger your events are, the smaller your personal life is."
Nothing is more depressed now than I have ever felt before. The little stuffs I do for the other people makes me feel like I am so useless, even my workmate who dosen't accept much education than I do gets too much income than I do. Sometimes I wonder where is the difference? Just because I am friendly to speak that I am easy to deal with? If you really see where my advantage how can you place me at such a stupid position.
Well, you have no hope with me, I have to go.