Had a very depressing dream.
In it, the bitch said something very mean though apparently caring to me.
Folding that couple pieces of paper, I burst into tears.
Haven’t got much idea why I had that kind of dream.
Have already lost touch with my feelings for quite some time.
Perhaps it’s got something to do with my loneliness.
Perhaps it’s somewhat in some way related to me not attending the get-together my university friends’ve organised for me tonight.
On one hand, I feel the needs to have more friends, as I’m pretty much alone most of the time (I try not to think too much about this to quanrantee that feeling).
One the other hand, to some extent I don’t really wanna go.
The meal’s gonna be expensive, and this is in a time when I’m pretty hard up cos I need to buy lots of stuff.
While it might be a good time we’d have in the restaurant, I’m not sure if they’d keep contact with me afterwards.
In the end, I spent the time catching up on sleep and preparing for my next month’s IELTS exam.