Naturally, I think about it. Or I’ll just leave everything behind. Go to another place. Live simply until the end of my life, right? A place where no one knows anyone. I like to be me. I like to do what I want. I’m sure it will be lonely. But not as suffocating as now. And I won’t meet the person I love anymore. Like that, I’ll probably forget quickly. It’s been 3 years. I’m still living in the past. Why can’t I forget? Why can’t I start over? Still drowning in this gambling scene to forget about life out there. Perhaps life out there has crushed me already.