Love traveling,but do not know why i love it. Always go to the same mountain,just for some memory both sweet and bitter. Like palying basketball,but nobody care whether I did it well or poor. Persuit perfect,but I am not perfect. Still confuse who I am. Feeling that I do not belong to this world. Always smile in my photo but back of it,is tears. Who care?I DO NOT CARE. I can not be pleased. I feel sorry. Anyway tomorrow is another day!