Je ne vais pas bien.

God, I hate this feeling. There is nowhere left to hide in. That kind of thought just keeps haunting my mind day by day. I hate those tricky games which some players are good at. I can't even tell the truth from lies. The worries, I guess, are coming from the terrible thought that I would probably fail for no experience. There's a first for everything, isn't it? I'm not really sure what I'm afraid of. Is it the person who I'm dealing with? Or the situation that I have been involved in? There is always a voice which I have no idea where it comes from, maybe from the other part of me or something, talking me into giving a shot. But it turns out that I don't have the guts to buy me a front seat to unveil the curtain in front of me. Could it be worse if I show my true feeling? Or have I already been getting too far?

I hate the suffering between expectation and disappointment.

I hate the difference between this and that.

I hate everything so vulnerable when it comes to this complicated sentiment.

I hate it.