48 hours ago, I was on my way here. Now, I am here. I know that I want to start complaining again. Life is fine. Life is beautiful. But I don't feel ok and everything is just so ugly. You know you can make it better. You chose to not doing it. You stick to your thought and I am feeling jealous. I am jealous that I am no way to beat the idea that you stick to. I know I have to lower down my demand. I know that I would make myself feel better. But for now, I am feeling so hard to fight against my own desire.