We know pals, each of us must have had past. Some are good and some are bad. The good one will always remembered well. But how about the bad?
Sigh... That's what just I feel right now... Feels like I want to drive, but a handbrake still active. Especially with the conditions which all people can acces it easily...
I don't know what exactly happens to me. But when I remembered it, then just feels obviously pain, embarrassment, anger, mixed together.
Sigh... I'm ashamed... Very-very ashamed about this...
