The older I grow, the younger, the more immature, the more inept I feel I am.
And live as I may have tried to, without regrets, maybe I do regret everything after all.
There isn't much to be said, much left to be said, because, sadly, I seem to have said it all to everyone--而留下来给自己的, 却是一场很深,很深的空虚.
And I am everything that I don't want to be, everything that I hate to see in anyone. Nothing's ever been more askew from reality than ever, and nothing's ever been more different from what I thought than ever.
It's not that I hate myself--there is no more self left to speak of because it has all ebbed away.
All that's left, is nothing.