I've grown to like this phrase maybe because the nickname really stuck and it describes everything that I feel right now.

It's not as if I like to be sunken into the depths of moping but I just can't help it. And when I say nobody understand, I mean nobody understands.

很多东西是冥冥中注定、也有很多东西只是习惯了而已。

I'm a space person; figuratively and literally speaking. But I don't get it. Time-alone is essential for my survival but it's so constrained here that I don't get that space and nobody can give it to me. I just need space, is it that hard?! I'm not going to apologise for the frustration that seeped into my voice because I'm sick of telling everybody that I'm fine. I'm sick and tired of being cool and calm; I have my perks and quirks too okay.

So I need space and a life; and I wonder why I'm taking up so many jobs.
To run away - you are damn hell right. (No you're not, it's me who's right actually.) But that's besides the point.

it matters not who I am but who I want to be.

till next time.