I figured it out just now that my life has been demanding too much. And I have been too naive to realized. I let my routine bitten me up, shut me down and drowned me out. I am no longer who I was back then, which I long too much now.
I am no longer capable for what I was. While something inside me keeps telling me that everybody else are moving so fast, I am here mourning about my incapacity for growing. Oh, and blaming my life. What a pity I am. Oh, yes, I am now good at mocking my self. And do nothing about it.
Yes.
I'm making my self more miserable.
Haha.
