At the beginning of the semester, murmuring

  Besides homeworks and papers, I think I haven't write any article for a long time. It's not because I have nothing to say or I have been so busy. I was just not in the mood of writing anything and my computer continuously refused to work for me until recently.

  During the winter vacation, I did read a lot and kind of relax myself. But somehow I couldn't feel purely get rid of the pressure and those tiresome works. Every day I woke up, I blamed myself for sleep too much then brought the textbook with me downstairs. I tried to indulge in the ridiculous television program or at least leave the damn work away for a while, but the thought of study hard and keep up with the schoolwork kept poured into my mind. You shan't have watched TV for such a long time. You shan't have wasted your time playing piano. You shan't have spent your time reading the ridiculous Harry Potter. You shan't have spent hours and hours finished those animation. You should have finisih your paper as much as you can. You should have read the textbook before the semester. You should have......

  Then I gave up. I let whatever comes come. Therefore, sometimes I was away from the negative thoughts, laughing and drifting somewhere. Sometimes I was right under the pile of paper, the textbook and the pressure of the beginning of semester, anxiously pacing around and pulling myself down to the hell.

  Anyway, these are the past few weeks I've been through. It doesn't matter now.

  The new semester begin. And I'm still here, alive. That's enough.

  Things gonna be okay, as long as I keep myself between the conscious and unconscious.