Hyper Kahler

\begin{document}
$i(X)_i$
\end{document}

对自己诚实

我在欺骗自己。

我说改完卷子要看书。晚上九点就弄完了，结果却晃荡到现在。上网，看你的主页。我看什么呢？啊，你又发微博了，你在别人的主页下留言，能看到你活得似乎还不错。我有什么感觉呢？为你感到高兴、还是嫉妒？还是空虚？差不多就是空虚吧。由于没有你，生活少了很多意义。我们之前还约了在五月开始的时候读维特，现在都成往事了。给你的霍比特人笔记本还在我的购物车里，也许这些总会过去吧。是啊，我要对我自己诚实，我真的那么喜欢你吗？我是在自己欺骗自己吗？感情程度的问题自己能清楚吗？问题真多。我的生活有很多空白，以前每天晚上九点十点电话，现在北京时间和西海岸时间的换算也弄不清了。刚才让同学在我早晨的时候叫我，居然算错了北京时间。黑暗中，我在手机上飞快地打字，谢尔盖的作业怎么办？我受洗了，可是还不会向上帝祷告，我罪孽深重。

对不起你，想到你还是很难受。

The Love App

I read an article in New Yorker today titled as above. What a pity to live in a digitalization world that even love can be digitalized. 

Useless

The world is a farce. I am the biggest clown.

Birthday

Today is my birthday. I had a quarrel with my girlfriend, as usual. I hate long-distance relationship. So does she, I guess. There's nothing I can do. We planned to read Brothers Karamazov together a few days ago, and to read The Sorrows of Young Werther in May. Now there's nothing to read, nothing to expect. Happy birthday.

New year resolution?

The first day of 2014, moved to a new apartment. Nice sunshine, though I have to prepare for my qual.

New year resolution? Not this time. I am too old to fool myself.