Now, I am sitting in the physics library. Outside the window is the beautiful California sunset. Up the hills stands one of the best laboratories in the world.
But still I feel so dull. My life is so dull, dying without any colors or glories. For how long haven’t I feel excited about something? For how long haven’t I experience enthusiasm? For how long haven’t I feel delighted? For how long haven’t I feel fulfilled?
I can’t even remember. Every day I just stay in the dorm, wasting another day. I don’t have a plan for the future. I don’t have a plan for today. I don’t know where I will end up with.
I am no longer confident in myself. Maybe a reason I don’t study is that I don’t want to be disappointed with my efforts. Or, I am just too lazy to work hard for an A. My hidden conscience tells me: “hey, it is a great job to score just a B if you don’t even study. “
DON’T CRY OVER THE SPILLT MILK.
IT IS NEVER TOO LATE TO START YOUR LIFE.
I still hate myself, so much.