Did something weird today.

Read an abandoned journal of mine. The first entry was dated back to 1996. How old was I? How old were you?

Ha.. turning nostalgic from these.

Parts of an entry from a later date...


“每天我都过着循规蹈矩的生活，每日我都重复着昨日所做的事。

起床、上学、放学、回家、睡觉。
再起床、上学、放学、回家、睡觉。

不想说是为了什么。

只能说这是我出生以来唯一懂得的生活方式。

是习惯吗？还是说是恶习吧？

无论是什么，我都不喜欢。”

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Erm..

I wonder how would others describe me if they've known what I was thinking then.