When I returned from the company last Monday, it was deep in the night.

  Walking on the road of the industrial park, seeing my lonely shadow under moonlight, I became melancholy without reason, tears unexpectedly came out of my eye sockets with grievance.

  Suddenly I was afraid of dark night, thinking of facing the long dark night alone, my heart started to become as cold as ice. Returning to the dorm, I was in a state of utter stupefaction. Lying in bed, the downcast and decadent emotion attacked me wave by wave like sea water in tide and devoured me completely in a gradual way. I couldn’t breathe… 

  Injured ankle was still painful faintly, the lump was almost gone, but still couldn’t twist it. The bone injury is more difficult to recover than the skin injury.

  I was just thinking, if I was gone, would anyone pay attention to it? Or would anyone be grieved over my disappearance?

  The boy in cricket cap from The Catcher in the Rye, he had disappeared for almost a month, but when he came back, he found the sun rose as usual. The people around him were light up with pleasure just as the same as the time before his disappearance. They acted as his disappearance never happened. So the answer was very obvious, who would be grieved over my disappearance?

  Because I’m just a jackstraw, a jackstraw loved and doted by no one.

  Once when I said I was a jackstraw, there was a person would snap back: you’re not, because I care about you.

  Now the only person snapped back went out of my life, I became a jackstraw entirely.

  Thinking of my straw life; Thinking of people came to my life recently, thinking of people went out of my life, and people will vanish from my life, thinking of those careladen things, thinking of those indignant things; Then thinking of my failure, thorough, desperate failure.

  I was agonizing…