Everyday I need to start a new paper of my life. It seems to be normal and an easy task. But, as a matter of fact, it is a harsh work. There are numerous feelings that I come across. Happy! Upset! Fatigue! Desperate! ... Therefore, I re-open my diary so as to share and express my thinking and feeling on the grounds that it is too lonely for me to overcome all difficulties by myself. I cannot shoulder them thoroughly.