Too many times, l am so getting used to express myself, share every details which l regard as novel, splendid or amusing to others, l thought this will bring them with me and feel the beautiful sweet moments, every breathe, the way l felt.
But, it just turned out that nobody gives a shit to any other’s shitting life at all. They are struggling with their own lives. There is a saying about nobody is a isolated island, but l think that every island is so independent, and in most cases, alone.
