Sometimes I just don’t like change, even if it’s for better; not for good. Funny it is that at situations like this ‘better’ has lower effect than ‘good’. I just feel hollow now. Like something was ripped off from within me and hung up high for a view.

Ah! It’s the hopes that I have been dreaming inside for so long. Now that they are gone, they left a vacuum that would take some time to be replaced, by more hopes, more dreams. It’s never ending process. I have seen some people who have become completely indifferent to this feeling. I can’t imagine how that can happen. I envy them.

Look at me, who makes it more hollow by granting them their wish of being begged. And I can’t believe I just fall in that. But what can I do? I had no other option.