People come and go,, no matter how close they are, they are still outsiders. It’s so easy to feel like a stranger in your very own place,, it’s so easy to feel ‘not understood’ even by somebody that you spend most of your time with.
If dreams are things that make us alive, in fact they can turn into a killer.
No matter how hard you try to reach your highest achievement, you will never feel enough, until it drives you insane.
This is life,, gambling, insanity, egoism, jealously, fear, are its other names.
In the end,, you just stand alone, without anybody to depend on. Or the worst thing, you are the one who choose not to depend on anybody…