Island

Some private space seems necessary, some sanctuary, free from others. Hence this place.

I feel like hell today. Melancholy, without a reason. I did not feel this for the first time. It is familiar. I know that nothing could be done to help. I could only wait for it to be over, like waiting for the rain to stop.

Despite the knowledge that there is nothing to fear, I am still a bit afraid. Of what I do not know. Perhaps to live alone. It is time to leave the campus and start working. It is the loneliness. It is overwhelming. To live alone on a wasteland. You have to endure it. That is it. You have to endure it. You are on your own. You have only yourself by you.