Say hello and goodbye to the year 2015 - the promising year that I expected (one year ago to be precise), and now with deep regret, I say we should not meet again.

Having started with all high hopes and enthusiasm for a good year, wiped out all pains in 2014 and then kept a wry smile to continue being in the rat race, I myself at this moment feel for myself. Did I overact, or did I become so mean? I probably pretended to be happy at least in front of the enemies. Keeping up appearances like that did not do any good, conversely, it did hurt myself. Now time for me to relieve, as I had tried my utmost to fulfil the wildest dream ever. Say, not my dream, it was actually of somebody else. You might live and learn, you might fall and gain. I am not so strong as everyone thinks, I am still sentimental, sensitive and vulnerable. Did you feel sympathetic, or laugh like a drain saying that what I am writing conveys no exact meaning, nonsensical with showing the way I like. I hope you will not hold something like that. Just spare a moment caring for a silver spoon, then you will realise she is not one of it, but a scrapper with no sign of being recognised, at least to her way of thinking. It is somewhat difficult to come to terms with the fact that you have been excluded from the team, although you have tried hard, with both efforts and mind. It is unjust to rubbish anyone else for their victory, but it is much more unjust to keep yourself crying endlessly in the blanket, concealing your pains. Did I say anything wrong? Correct me if you can, leave comments below and let me know that I am the loser, the mean.