I just come to the realisation that my life these days is a big experiment of lack of care. I work all my waking hours. I go home to a cold and empty place. No one cares whether I have a good day or bad day. No one understands me. But to be honest, I don’t feel comfortable around people most of the time. So maybe this is the way I try to survive, by being alone as much as possible. I do care about others. Sometimes I am even too kind. But when it comes to getting the care I need, I’m clueless. I simply can’t get any. I’m in this foreign land all by myself. No one would care, really. But if I keep thinking about this, it’ll just make me feel sadder and sadder. I need to brave my way on, alone, until I fall.