The old dream is still haunting me. The thought of it makes me sick. I let go. I have, and have to because I have no choice. But I don't know why in a sudden it just came like a flashback. And tears were successfully shed again.
That was one. Many other things I have to do make it worse. The mood is ruined. The body is tired. The rational mind is blown away. What can a tired body without a rational mind whose mood is ruined do? Complaining. Busy ignoring the good things that happened. Forgot to be grateful.
So what am I doing? I'd better go to sleep now.