May 6, 2006. Saturday.

My spilits go down to the abyss, deeply and deeply.

Lumps gave me band of light
and exposed my wretched stupidity.
April, 29. 2006

Woke up at 8 am by the voice of my mother, coudn't sit up, I crept out by the shout of my mother at 8:30. I didn't wanna come back to the real world. I ate a barren breakfast and went to the office. I arrived office at 11 am and started to work. My main opinion for today was the prepareing for the operational test and evaluation on May 8, but there are few things to do and I did another test. I ran a test and I couldn't receive the reply even after 3 hours. I asked proper SE about the module, and I heard that the module will reply after 30 hours.

My mental condition was deadly. I couldn't think positively about everything. I wrote this diary on the super express toward my home with alchol and smoke. I can't stand my vulnerability.

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