I love USA , right?

Sometime, I feel tired. I mean, tired to be here. So many things to do, so many bull sh** to take care of. Yes, I am talking about VISAs.

Only my will can pursuit my dream. I really think so, If I start to feel"whatever", then I guess I am going to go home. My journey will be over.

But forgive me, once in a while, my nagative thoughts hit me to the bottom of depression. Then, I feel like, "I don't want to worry about things any more, or If I go back, my life will be easier" or something like that. That is so stupid.

I wish I were stronger.