If to say my life is very busy, I don’t think so as last semester was worse than now. I think the word would be passionless. Lately, there are something stops me from writing; I don’t feel there is anything interesting to write. On the bright side, I’m still useful so needed by some people while on the dark side, I just don’t get it, why can’t people tolerate with the fact that I’m better than them in certain things? Well only certain, not all. Probably they just think that I don’t deserve it. But then there are certain things I couldn’t control right? Therefore why ‘red eyes’ me when I’m only myself? Humans are complicated indeed.
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