again I write（天涯博客搬家之第五篇）

stop to record all the triviality in my life. what caused it? the total unwillingness to get my thoughts posted online and, can imagine, be read soon afterwards.what did this "unwillingness"come from?do i really believe that writing in English would definitely be practically useful than in Chinese? do i really have the confidence that i am capable of expressing myself well and deeply in English? i am apt to think over and over again things that i find touchy.however to type them out is a thing i hate to do. what is wrong with me?tons of people share their lives and opinion with others on the internet. why don't i? 　　　　

i am so disappointed about the current exterior self of mine...i mean, i still can feel the inner torrant thinking from within yet i hate to do anything positive,whatsoever. i can keenly feel that unwillingness of mine. i do hate that. again i try to write a bit so as to awaken a soul. just that...