Hollowness often fills my heart, 
At night 
Or every moment of uncertainty. 

I pick up my phone, 
Browsing through monotonous webpages. 
I don’t know what to do 
I don’t know why I’m like this. 

Books are not that interesting 
Food is not that delicious. 
I open my notebook 
Trying to write down my feelings as detailed and perceptible as I can. 
My dilemma 
My anxiety 
My uncertainty appears on the paper as tears slide down my cheeks. 

I raise my head.  
I look around. 
Wrinkled white shirt on the hanger 
Columns of notebooks settled in the drawer 
Several pieces of coursework scattered on the desk 
Thoughts that perplexed me linger in my mind.  
I hope I have the ability to draw an answer for my problems 
Have the courage to confront with difficulties 
Have the ambition to make my dreams come true. 

Everything will be better, 
Right?