Time is like a grasp of sand. The harder you clench your fist, the faster it runs away from your palm between your fingers. When the scent of grass wafts through the window, I am musing upon the distant scene, thinking about something which is so blurred that seems like a dream. (It's fascinating and enjoyable to excavate one's mind and talk to the "inside me". I'm also a big fan of mind map, which ,sometimes, may lead to rapid jumps from one idea to another, which I prefer to call it "the stretchable mind". ) It's so weird that I just found out that another week has slipped away. This reality flustered me. It was like throwing a pebble into a pond and it rippled. I had so many plans that haven't been done and have made a bunch of mistakes. I felt guilt and panic. I became more and more intrinsic. I only wanted to talk to the people who I really care or like. These things always bring a huge amount of negative energy, but ,somehow, I'm willing to embrace it.  It's weekend again, which means I'm going to have a lot of lonely time. I'll try to keep myself busy and be prepared to the next week in order to not fail myself again.