Once again I think I am troubled, deeply. There's simply no place fits for me. Everywhere I go, I feel like an outsider, just a matter of degree. There's simply no place I am willing to stay. I think it's against human nature to go to the same place five times a week, more than ten hours a day, where everyone is so painfully boring and dies to be somewhere else yet confined to this fucking place. Everyday when I walking down that hallway, I think this place can only turn interesting when there's a dead walker break-out.
Almost everyday sucks, just a matter of how. Losing sleep, counting how much options do I actually have. When I realize that I am doomed for life, I don't bother to think.
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