Empty.

Empty.
Blank.
Stagnant.
Tasteless.

Broken.
Lost.
Gone.
Damaged.

Hope.
Faith.
Love.
Future.

I'm alone. More then ever. Nothing from the modernity, no phone, no computer. Big language barrier, german speaking hospital. Foreign place, foreign people. Living alone. Only me take care of me. No friends. No one to talk to. No relationship. No job, no duty, no responsibility. Me in the midst of nothing.

The problem is, with nothing around me, I don't know who I am.

Diary on 8-6-2006:
I'd rather return to my small little life in Hong Kong that even myself feel pathetic for it, then to live here in a vast foreign country with nothing interactive, or worse, living, at all.

P.S. This is not the kind of silly "retreat" - as they claim themselves are - where everybody switches off their phone and hide in some beautiful houses for a day or two, spending time mingle around each other, or do some worksheets, trying to "discover themselves".