Today I’m feeling a little bit depressed. The thought of not doing anything, and not accomplishing anything made me sad. I feel useless, and no purpose on earth. I feel lonely when I thought of no one to share the joy of having a house. I don’t feel that I want to connect with the “old gang” of friends. I feel different when all I think of I’m a Honger and they are Taiwanese. I couldn’t bring myself to another level of acceptance. Isn’t there level of acceptance anyways? I dunno…. maybe I’m tired… maybe period is about to come… maybe I don’t have my period…. aiii…..