I'm at it again... too much time on hand, too little things to do. Too much on my mind...

Why? I often ask myself. 人生本来很多事就是徒劳无功的。。。
But for all that i've put in.. why am i going through all these turbulence, i fought hard for what i want, for what i thought i deserve, sometime it's so hard doing what i do, but life is just a joke...
Everyone i met probably will tell me.."wow you are so lucky"
If... that's another irony that run through my mind all the time, what if...
All i can do is to keep everything to myself, no one truly care, everyone is just curious...

I am tired...really.


Tired. Very tired.
Not just from the travelling, but also from everything that i've experienced.

I always thought the only person i should please is myself, but as we all knows, life issn't that simple. and many times while trying to keep people around us contented, we often have to be the one making sacrifices.

Many changes occured this 2 years. A little too much sometimes..
Sort of fulfilled my dreams of 'travelling' around..
But 难免感到空虚...

Just like right now..when a person is alone and helpless and no one to talk to, no one that he can turn to nor think of...then what is the purpose of life?
Home is where your heart is..so is the world my home or am i homeless?