It's hard to be me.
Especially during times that I no longer possess the determination to run this marathon.

When one thing starts pulling me down, everything else falls.

I want to be myself, but I lack of the talent of being myself.

I thought of what others thought constantly.
I felt of what others felt constantly.

In the end I'm just a duplication of others or a counter thought of others or maybe the image of what others want me to be.

There're times I couldn't get to bed.
It can be lethal to me when it doesn't get resolved for a long time.

I fear of the feeling that I have to fight the drowsiness the whole day and not to make any mistake in my business.

I fear of falling asleep when driving alone at late night.

I don't enjoy MC. I don't enjoy weekend.
It takes a long time for me to balance up the irregularities.

At most time, I failed and resulted in recursive flu.
I hate being sick.

Sometime, thought piled up too heavily.

You can't demand too much from life when life itself has a limited time span and a limited resource.

Sometime you have to let go.

This is the hardest part.