A wretched soul, bruised with adversity

A wretched soul, bruised with adverisity
we bid be quiet when we hear it cry ,
but where we burdened with like weight of pain,
as much or more we should ourselves complain--------william shakespeare

it was a gloomy day and i was suffering mentally and physically. i wish everything would be ok for me. this morning i woke up very late , because we stayed up very late every night. scentifically, the beauty rest is from 9pm to 2 am, but none of us in our room could sleep during that period. we chatted with our parents and friends until it was very late.
zhanghen, who is one of my roommate was suffering from the pimples. she was having the problem before but because of the irregular bedtime habit, the facial problem was getting serious. besides, she was always having junk food like chips and fried chicken. compared with her, i consider myself being picky about food, in a more healthy way. i never like junkfood and cold drink. i am forbiden of color and high calorie food because of my weak stomach. grape is my top favorite fruit and chocolate comes next. i also like milk and fish and meat. i like cooking delicious food for others and being praised by them.

in the afternoon, i went to hospital accompanied by my friend. i just did not feel right ......anyway , i had been always sick since when i was a baby. hospital was one of my old friends. i just felt too tired to do anything , so i went back dorm and rest for a while until darkness covered our little room. i felt sorrow and hopeless. i was feeling that i was not worthwhile, i was such a nothing.