It felt kinda hurt everytime I saw that pink precious moment box lying in the cabinet. Well, it's myself to blame to open it up. To read everything in it. It felt awful, real awful like my heart is going to tear into pieces any moment. It's like I'm nothing to compare to her. It felt like I should have never exist. It felt bad. Everything I saw in that disc brought about more pain. But I was the one who chose to open it up. I read and seen every single thing. What hurt most is that the minors object, even the chocolate wrapper is kept there nicely. What about my puzzle? Lying on top of the cabinet, accumulating dust and dirt, even my nose is slightly disfigured. Sometimes I wonder, do I mean that much? Will life be better? I seems to be living in someone's shadow.