Depression Went To Hainan (And Back)
I spent almost RMB2,000 on this trip, which 60% went to air ticket, the fucking expensive airlines who supplied me with cold bread and really lousy rice and weird tasted fish balls, and not to mentioned the smelly passengers whom I had to live with over a total return way of almost 4 hours. And they charged me for that, well, I paid for that comes to that, fucking stupid!
The airport, the bus, the street, the hostel, the food (even KFC!), the river, the traffic, the waiting, the service, the glaring of people, the price, they are all screaming at me like an angry bitch, shouting at me to get away from their fucking sight, wanting nothing more of me if ever I could offer a little bit of sympathy.
The buildings were shit, the food were shit, the drivers were shit, the sky was shit, the weather was shit, the crowd was shit, the culture was shit, the whole system was a total mess, like shitting in a bowl which is already leaking full of other people’s shit, and after your arse got smeared with other people and your own shit, you realized that there was no toilet paper…
And what so fucking wonderful was when you finished your 5 dragging days in torturing yourself and treating yourself like shit, you went back to lonely bitter cold Xiamen to only found out a bigger pile of shit was waiting for you, that you had to run to work straight as you landed, and to found out some deep shit fucker had revoked your access and you couldn’t work and the next day everyone was screaming at you why didn’t you got prepared for this shit, and it actually worked to make you think that you have regretted to take the trip even it was already shit, and it just made the 5 dragging days become more shit-ter than you could ever take for a fucking decision in your life.
(eh-hem, actually I wasn’t that depressed, it was only meant for literacy purpose. Well, except the last paragraph, to which we already know I am living in this bitter lonely cold Xiamen (smile~)