I suppose the hardest thing for me ever let go will be how I ever felt for a thing or a

person. Even when things get ugly and/or painful, my confidence or the little hope

which hangs on the thin rope, would still hold on to whatever that's left of it. I wonder

if this kind of hope is actually false or not, good or bad... Sometimes it'd still make

me happy, just be remembering of what happen in the past, sometimes it'd pain me

deeply. I was telling Bobbo how tagging me to sand would be right as I'm a water

element and sand is like water, flows like waterfall, unpredictable, and quick and etc.

When one lacks the experience of being cared for or loved, what'll he/she do? Will

he/she be emotionally scarred forever? What will they need? How do they see the

world? Perhaps in a way not every ordinary person could see through or easily

understood. Have we become too selfish, only care for only ourselves? What about

your family? Your loved ones? Your friends? Your neighbours? The children? All

beings? What's been of us?