Everyday is meaningless. Why do I live? It feels like I am waiting for death to come upon me. So many things unsettled. Whether they can ever be settled is another thing. If I can't settle them, shall I just let them go and live with guilt for the rest of my life? I can't let go so easily like what people advise me to. Do it for your own life, they say. With these things hanging in my throat, how can I possibly live a normal life? People talk, but nobody understands.
