It's a cloudy day, and the weather is just like my mood. I am down without reason. I will go back to school and prepare thesis oral defense. One month later, I will become a real social being, not a student or a kid any more. But I am confused now. This is the first time I feel deep at sea since I begin to work. I remembered I have ever said to Catherine that within 2 years I would buy myself a Chanel bag and send her dreaming Gucci bag as her 25 birthday present. I was even over-confident at the time, and when I said those words, Catherine looked at me and nodded:"You can make it, you such a firm girl!" But now, I doubt.

My pottings on desk are more and more withered. I do not know what's going on with them, I water them once three days, but it is down in the dumps, without any vitality. Maybe next month, even next day, they will lose the whole color.

Last weekend, Marcia called me to accompany her to hospital. She felt worse than me and got something wrong with her health. She often has nosebleed these days, she doubted whether she had a cancer or not. I still did not know how to comfort her so I just followed, I guessed an examination can make her more ease than any words. I didn't ask her the result, but from her slight signature on Q, I know she is OK now.

"Catharine, I can't bear the situation, I feel tired."I finally give up pretending firm, with a tearful voice, I called the girl so far from me.

"Maggie, come home, I am here." she answered me softly.

"But I now don't have money to give you your favorite Gucci bag ."

"You silly."

I am still with a heavy mood, if only Catherine is with me. But we have grown up, we have to face up with our responsibilities, we have to shoulder what we should.