October 25, today is the day I have to do the laundry and house chores. But god! My back is hurt. It's still painful for some unknown reasons. Sweeping on the floor, I let out a chuckle: "So many hairs... if people don't know, they would think I have a cat in the room". How many hairs did I lose? I don't know. Some. A lot. I don't know, I don't care. I want to care, but every time I go to the doctor they all sing the same "melody": "We don't know what is the cause of your hair loss condition, please be patient while we... blah...blah" and then I lost half of the hairs on my head. I'm so sick and tired. It's been over 9 years. I let out a painful laugh. Wait? I have been waiting for someone to help me. But none. No one ever came. I get used it for so long. Now just one person comes to me and says "Hey, you need to get treated", it is enough for me to get angry. I may snap at them like a timed bomb.
Working through my studies, I hate them. Not that they bordering me. But I just can't focus, my mind is off somewhere. All I can think of is nothing. I don't want to do anything. So I shuffling around the internet to find something that can cure my sickness. I believe I know that I may lack zinc and iron that may be the cause of my hair loss. But when I look up into the price. Believe me, I want to cure myself, but the funny part is that I have no money. The money that is in my bank account is for my next semester's intuition. If I don't save it, they will kick me out of school. I'm jobless, passionless, broke, and sick. Can everything get worse? I wish that I can just get out of here and run as fast as I can.
