raining outside

Summer here is coming and it's so hot, although it is just raining outside. The window is closed and I still can hear the sound of the rain drips. But the room is filled with hot air, and I am nearly sweating.

So, I don't want to stay up tonight, in the Saturday's golden night, as I have been so tired. There is no english lesson for weekend, and my task is just to write down something as expressing some mood or affection. Well, I have left the university for more than one year's time, saying goodbye to the life of school students and to the good friends and classmates who are used to be so close to each other.

As time flows, we have changed so much, no matter whether you want or not want it. Time has changed and is still changing so many things and the people. Although I am not willing to get such changes, they do have happened to me. I mean my affection to some one, the beginning and the end. This is my own affair of course, but about so many people. I don't know how to keep in touch with them, especailly her. Maybe time is telling us everything, and the distance has told me the key point. In the last year, the first year I didn't live in the school, I did have experienced a lot and realized much, about myself, about my career, about people just around me, about the society containing me, also about the guys and fellows I had left one year before. It's puzzled, about how to come through you life happily, without thinking too much about the people already faraway.

Are you really willing to do this? Are you planning to give it up? Are you feeling too tough about such affection? Yes, I am. I have felt so tired about such mind, and the best way to solve it is to change it into another way to treat. Just take it commonly, nothing special, although it used to be special. If you want more back, you are the one who will be hurt the most.

So, now, live your present life and try to make new friends. About the faraways guys, just keep in touch as common classmates or just common friends nothing else special.

Forget it, that's your way out!