When I wake up from the nap today, I feel plunged into a grey world.
I review Francais, and I can't help worrying my new hair-style. I keep roll it with my finger, still annoyed about the duration of the curly hair. When I'm unhappy, everything is imperfect, and imperfection looks hideous. I'm just solicitous and can't relieve.
I'm demanding myself to utilize time wisely. But I'm contrite over no attainment. And fear that I fail to prepare myself for job-haunting after graduation.
Since I didn't have a nightmare during the nap, how come I have nightmare after I rise? This happen many times.
At the end, I create my second blog, to write down unhappiness in English. Same mood when first blog created.
God bless Ava.
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