After so many months of crying and hanging there, I guess it is time that I accept that certain things can't be helped.
From 43kg, I'm reduced to 37 already. I don't think I have more to spend. I had wanted to donate blood but I'm getting further and further away from my target.
The road to being honest with myself wasn't as easy as I had originally thought. Life just have to throw you the harshest lesson so that you will never fall back and repeat the same mistakes.
One fortune teller happened to tell me that I will live this life with a regret. Perhaps this is the regret.