no matter what i do, it seems like i'm wrong. WRONG. Maybe being miserable is part of my life. Who cares. As if there're people who cares. But the fact is, there's none. Walking alone and doing everything alone. This is me. You know what, i realise there's still part of her in you. If not, you won't be having such a big reaction. I've lose trust, the trust in myself of being someone in my fucking world.