The worst thing when I'm on my own for a couple of days (I'll be alone until 19th January, so it means 2 weeks!!!), I always think. And realise I'm so alone, but I'm afraid of the word  'lonely'. Because when I say this, it becomes real, and I don't like reality, because it's disappointing. I love to give myself the believe that everything's going well, and everything's fine, colourful, wonderful, lovely, etc. 

Oh, exam term, how much I hate you, you totally made me crazy and dull.