These days I cannot differentiate night from day, jests at the wound that does not heal, wonders if the pain I'm feeling is real, admires Coma patients and hopes to be in a state of perpetual anesthesia.

The tutorials and lectures are drawing to a close. In fact most of them already did. There's this long lingering feeling that wants to go back to the lectures and part me wants relish the feeling that it's almost over. Such mixed emotions I've never felt before.


紧紧拥抱唯一的你
无可救药的坚定
就算与世界为敌。
我也愿意。。
什么都愿意。。

I used to jest at phases like these, claiming that they can't be *that serious. Now I know how it feels like to agree with it.