Today in the afternoon, I went to the hospital to buy some medicine which I will take for the next month. After I had taken the postgraduate examination, I decided to see a doctor. Last year was extremely miserable for me and I had suffered a lot. My head was uncomfortable which it had lasted nearly a whole year. I had no idea how to deal with it and my life was totally in the dark. It had given me so much unhappiness that I'm unwilling to recall it at all. I will let it go. I will let the time soothe my mood. Last night, I got a short message which informed me that I could go to Beijing to take the second text. To tell the truth, I was very excited because I knew I was finally getting closer to the destination. May God bless me I will have a happy ending.

  I had a date with a boy tonight at my university' canteen. I thought that he was a handsome guy before I met him. But it turned out that he was not. I didn't like him and I was disppointed. The photo he had sent to me was deceptive. I didn't show my feeling and tried to be very friendly with him. The good thing is that I have learned something about the NBA players during our conversation. Truly, talking to different kinds of people can help me gain some knowledge in my unfamiliar fields. In this sense, it was not that bad. I remembered that I had met a man in my teacher's office when I was a senior. The man had come to repair the computer. What he did and what he said gave me a strong feeling. His reserved manner gave me a sense of security. The second time that I felt the same feeling happened when I was on a bus last winter. A young boy who dressed all in black sat sliently beside me. I was kind of unhappy at that time. The young boy sat still and I didn't know why his presence could give me much comfort. I will forget them soon, but I'm not going to quit the search for the same feeling. The romantic love is a mystery. I do not know its secret. When I meet some guys, I tend to focus on their imperfections. I'm kind of picky. It is not easy for me to find a suitable lover. I'm not a lucky person and I should take a lesson from my previous dating experiences: don't get too optimistic the next time.

  I dislike to discuss the topic of love because it is always the same thing: I like you, but you don't like me; he likes me, but I don't like him. Teenagers welcome sad love stories because they have all sorts of illusions about romantic love. It's a pity that I have become an adult already.