22/4/2020

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I haven't been able to sleep well during this quarantine period. 

All sorts of worries and concerns about future, wild imaginations and self-talks filled my head.

Before dawn today, I kept having flashbacks of my childhood. I burst into tears when I revisit the memory where my teacher hugged me.

It was a warm and tight hug that I never had with my father. I felt safe.

My teacher told me that I needed help.

That was why I burst into tears just now, realizing how lonely I still am, after all these years.