How much longer do I have to wait?

The level of how much I am pissed off is getting higher and higher.

Although it is not shown directly, I bet all my dear flatmates have sensed it when I didn't show up for dinner and went to bed at 5pm yesterday.

My luggage with my books, cloths, shoes and everything else I need in my life in is still out somewhere.

How I wish I could twist my anger into a rock-hard ball and throw it right to the face of UK delivery system. Oh, and KLM company as well.

Sorry, please understand how much I want to get this anger out of my chest.

I know it will come one day but I still hate waiting.

The only thing worse than waiting is......waiting for something you don't know whether it will come or not.

The suffering is slow and could be extremely painful.

It's like an iron string growing on your bone, cutting your flesh into pieces.

You can feel the blood running down and the body getting colder and colder. But you can never die.

That pain shows how much you want the thing to come and how much you don't believe it will.

And every time when you are sucking the sweetness of memory, it never gets enough.

Like a desperate vampire looking for real blood.

I really hope my luggage will come today. It is not a pleasure to live like a walking dead body.