Actually I really don't like swearing. But if I have to, I will.
I was just fucked up, and just can't describe such a fucking feeling. As a result, I turn to books to calm me down.
Descire.
If there is still any iron-will in my mind. That must be called as disire. I have always been proud of my insist of my desire, which I earned from my mother--achiving at any cost.
However, the truth is I fucked up cuz I didn't realize my strong desire, as I would be.
Desire is a wish.
I bought a small piece of market, so as to show my desire. But the barrier is, when faced with them, I can never cheer up.
I made a great presentation today. All members in that class was impressed. But I suddenly struck me that all I had said depended on others researches and some of the opions are completely others. I haven't done anything for my speaking. It was so fucked up.