Not Fun Anymore

Now I know how roadkills ended up as roadkills.

I am so so sorry.

May they live in soft, furry, and cute meadows with sunshine and rainbows up there.

I am truly remorseful.

Next time, if I really can’t avoid them, I’ll aim for a headshot… make it a painless process.

R.I.P.

Whenever I see somebody litter on the street, I just want to shout “YOUR TATA GONNA PICK UP FOR YOU IS IT???!!”

Sadly, I lack the audacity to do it.

Then I’ll feel angry at myself cos I’m a coward. Haih… life’s so hard.