I think I'm too simple.
I even wonder if I'm a unicellular animal.
As most people will get hurt by trifling matters, my heart is enough fragile to be damaged.
"Don't be pressimistic."
"Some gods may let you down, but others will pick you up."
"Deep valleys, high mountains."
"No nights without mornings."
"The sun always rises in the east."
These words are all from my father.
I DO understand what he wants to say.
But...
Any words of comfort or encouragement don't reach my ears.
I hate to admit it, I can't accept his words.
No end of job-hunting is to make me a nervous wreck.
A splitting headache is becoming chronic to me nowadays.
When will what I've done be paid off???
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