Alone

I am alone now. My Girl has returned to her parents', so have my friends. After all, this is a precious union time--a 7-day holiday celebrating the establishment of our People's Republic.
I chose to stay. Though I miss my mother and father badly, I feel obligated to stay here. Father and mother will forgive me.
This month passed rapidly. In hindsight, I had done nothing really worth mentioning. I read a few books, saw a few movies, dealt with a few trivialities. The days seemed to have been idled away.
I spent a quite huge chunk of the time surfing the net, which proved to be an effective way to kill time. I was constantly excited with new foundings: ebooks, videos, tutorials, and motivational bloggs. I really want to immerse myself in them. And they are surely a vast sea for me to swime and I even got drowned sometimes. When reading and surfing, I forgot the meals and sleep, let along the natural call to pee. The act would engender my health!
I still like the feeling of being devoted to the readings, a sense of belonging. But as days pass, I found I didn't afford any more to do that any more. Health complained. My sense of time was even twisted. I began to fear sunshine outside. (Sun cannot throw light into my dorm.)
Once more, I was reminded of the value of plan. I must make a plan to read those countless stuff. Otherwise, I only learn less, not more.