I don't know why I feel so empty, but there is always a voice in my heart telling me that I am actually incomplete. Just like a hungry person, but it cannot be filled by eating. I vaguely feel that I was born just to wait for something I don't know. And if I don't find that thing, maybe I will always be as incomplete as I am now. I may laugh or cry and have all the emotions of ordinary people. But only I know that everything about me is like a programmed response to life. My true mood seems to have been sealed in a transparent bottle, beating gently without being disturbed by the outside world. I long to truly make my heart active, no matter what the cost.
People always have desires, and the less they can get, the more they want. I seem to be smarter than others and can always easily get what others have thought about for a long time - but that's not what I want. I keep getting and losing, but these are meaningless to me. I don't know how to cherish them. I just want to know what I am waiting for and looking for. Until……