每個人都可以很殘破，故事卻可以不斷勾串，縫補和追尋...

"Even though everyone is torn, our stories can be connected, pieced together and explored."
copied from Jimmy's sketchbook.
Like what is going through my life.

Spending time on write some negative thoughts is wasting time.
I have so much to overcome that I can hardly even take a breath in any tiny moment.
Hate is always in my heart....and it becomes bigger and bigger.But to whom? No idea....
Suicide is a good way for me to solve the problem. But I am such a coward to go out of it easily.
or ... I just want to say that.... Oh ! God ... I can't image how much I hate myself.

我不會特別定義這是否是進入職場的適應期，因為我的心一直都在職場中。
只是沒了自信，也沒了滿腔抱負，我對我自己已經沒有很大的期待了.......
至於其他的....美麗，音樂和愛，也不知道殘存多少....