I don’t know why I am writing this right now. Probably something happened to me just make me feel that way. Sometimes, when I think I could help I will do my best to help. But everything doesn’t always turn out right. It may probably make me feel bad, just when I know I couldn’t help so much actually. Yep, but that’s life, that’s how it is, I still have to be considerate with others, how others don’t wish me to be part of it. It maybe the best thing they think I could give, who knows… However, it is just too cumbersome to longing for something I could never do anything to help…