Every minute you're living in this world, there're shits that happen. I just didn't know it would happen to me sometimes. So many "IFs" running through my head, but when it already happened, no matter if you have infinite number of IFs or maybe just half of what you can think of, they all already don't matter.

I shall try not think about it anymore, when it's gone it's gone, unless I have the money to buy the same thing again. Why is it always something that I love the most that will go missing? sigh..