Definition of Life and Memories.

As some of you may know, I like to hear and share my friends’ burden since young. The best form of help that I could provide is only advice. Burden and problems are something tangible for me, when I get to know about about people’s problem, their burden will accrue to myself and I am feeling meaningless to do all this.

I experienced it before, when you are desperately in need of a hand or a ear, everyone will be out of reach, or you will suddenly have a thought that the world is opposing you. I may still be considered young, but I’m old enough to sort out my problems myself, somehow it’s still congenial if someone out there is willing to bear the burden for you. Hence I rarely decline request from friends.

Nonetheless, I’m getting tired from doing all this. I am just an ordinary human and I have my limit, no one is out there giving a damn to my problems, should I retire from all this mess I done to myself?

I can be one’s Valentino, I can be one’s God, I can be one’s parents, but deep in myself I’m an evil person, I can’t disclose any further than that. I commit and conspire things subtly, I live in the dark.