Troubled

The doctor asked whether I sleep well at night. No, actually, the doctor say I must be not sleeping well at night. Yes, indeed. There are so many things trouble my mind that I would rather not talk about. Time is short, and I remain as a wonderer. There is nothing worse than self-discontentment, but that's how I feel about myself. Really.


When in TsingHua, I thought I would feel better at home. Now I am home, but no. I only appear happier, but I sleep worse. There are certain things that never leave me alone, they keep coming back in my dreams. I don't know what these things are, except they all give me a gloomy sensation. Like tiny puppets yelling and jumping against dark background. There is no rest, no peace.


So I like late nights...