厌倦

妈妈从两个星期前，无时无刻都在担心这我这废材。不时不时就传个讯息问我在哪里。我毕竟，呆在家也不知道要做什么。可是，妈妈一听到我要驾车，都会忐忑不安。她到庙里，求了个下签，血光之灾难免，所以我如果不在家，她都会询问我的下落。

我很常，会在不开心的时候，没有目标的驾车。每次在联邦大道经过学院，心里都有一种厌倦的感觉，很恨不得永远离开。

怪我不好好珍惜，现在讲什么也没用。

4 年天天走的路，那时已经是很盼望不想再走了。但是，看来，我难免还需吞下这不爽的心态，忍着这痛苦，脸皮厚着又要去给博士们踩骂。

可是，其实也应该的吧，毕竟，我都不是什么好货。


Mum had been checking on me every now and then since two weeks ago. She was worried about my safety, because I hadn't been myself lately, more so when she knows that I would drive around aimlessly whenever I'm down; which was exactly what I had been doing. She was scared that I would be involved in some accident or something.

Nothing had happened so far. I'm still pretty much depressed, perhaps slightly more organized.

But every time I passed by the hospital as I drove down the Federal Highway, I had this urge to show my middle finger at it, though I never had done that. I had been wishing so badly, that I wouldn't be going back there again. 5 years in this institution, I really wished I could leave already.

But I had only myself to blame.

Perhaps I wasn't even cut out for this.