Hell

Supposingly a peaceful day, no need to attend to kitchen...a normal day, a normal life (lecture, assignment, test, homework...), as a normal student.

Yet, restless sleep haunted me, restless dream: somebody intrudes my room, all my pen run out of ink...life was a mess, everything goes wrong.

In this so-called normal day, I lead an abnormal time arranging...I was so un-used to nobody to really talk to, so un-used to settle my own meal, so un-used to manage my time. When there is free time, I felt sleepy. Many saw me and commented I was in a terrible exhausted look nowadays.

Where is my drive? Where is my motivation?

I was falling...to the hell again.