I am suddenly overwhelmed by sorrow because of facing the real that I am writing nonsense in the anonymous diary. I am wondering why I am doing such a thing at the midnight. I could have done more productive things instead of wasting my time for such a unproductive thing. It always does. Although I am always thinking of spending a wonderful day in the morning, I finish the day without doing anything. Such stupid days make a stupid year and a pile of such stupid years are about to result in a stupid life. Lousy end can be seen obviously. I can't have any hope. I have no choice but to pour my uncontrollable feeling into the anonymous diary.....