I woke up early and spent the whole day marking the students' interpretations. I used to hate doing this because it was time-consuming and tiring. Most of the time I didn't know what they were talking about but I could not quit. But today I liked its being so because it kept me busy all day long. I once despised busyness in that it led to the death of one's heart. Kuku was misled by my nonsense and therefore refused to admit his being very busy these days. Kuku, sometimes it is good to be busy, so busy that one doesn't remember what his/her heart craves for. So one would not suffer from the ache to remember.

P.S. Mr.KuKu, don't complain about my writing in English again~ Isn't it good for you~

Friends, don't worry for my unsteady emotions. Too much care makes me feel like a miserable creature. I guess I am ailed by some temporary obsession, which I may find comfortably unwise tomorrow and which I will even feel powerless to sigh for over time. I think I am forgetful enough to let things go.

Hi, my space, I dumped you months ago and you must have enjoyed the days without me. Now I come back, to leave more scars upon you. I feel sorry for my inborn darkness and thus the inability to bring you much sunshine. You are bound to suffer the day you were born.
I have been moody these days and I hate myself being so. More tragically, my moodiness is not understood and is detested by what arouses it.