二零一二年三月五日，晴。

Promise myself to be brave, no matter how hard it is.

It's my feeling, my self emotion.

Sometimes I hate being in this so-called mother town.

Just sick of it, feel being pressed all the time.

That's why the next step is to learn French.

Learn as much as I can and as far as I can.

As a kind of equipment, as a kind of compensation.

Who fucking cares what I'm thinking about.
I hate you guys, but no one cares.
I wanna leave and go anywhere in Scandinavia, but no one cares.
I regret my decision of letting the degree programme in NTU go, but no one cares.
Fuck the reality, I'm stuck in the middle.

Wanna cry, wanna scream, wanna sleep.