I did not sleep much these days, for two weeks or even more. Every night, I just happened to be in bed after hours being exhausted of thinking, wondering, or doing meaningless things. My thoughts haunted me. My feelings drove me mad. After 7 months living here and 5 months suffering from a fucking ugly ridiculous truth, I felt myself weak, lonely, and unsecured than ever.
But life is still going on.
I asked myself hundreds of times: What fate brought me here? How could I change it or how can I live with it in 5 months, 1 year, or my whole life ahead? Is it right for me? Do I feel right? (The answer of which was often NOT).
But life is still going on.
My family, relatives, and friends still live and struggle with their life, neither more nor less than I do.
My husband still goes to work alone every day and comes home alone every night, dreaming of our better future. The Past was left behind him.
My classmates are all out there, working hard.
They all move forward, leaving me the only one who stay.
Finally, it’s time (neither soon nor too late) for me to straighten up, move on, and live differently.
14-03-2012
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