我的天

Again and again, still the same. Who am I? What am I doing now? What kinds of person I am? Forget weekends, and then forget all the people except workmates! I am a person with some problem, which could not solve by me. I have no choice. And have lost control, I just a puppet… Didn’t work for money, didn’t work for dream, didn’t work for someone, and what did I work for? I don’t know.

We are social person, not machine.

Be humanistic, could they? At least I think working are not everything in life, and thousand of million of billion money is not the only target of everyone.

Forget it, forgive me, do something, for the people who have lose in working…