say,... you have a very nice glass. you love it very much, you always use it. one day, something happened and when you realised it, the glass is broken. with a heavy heart, you try to mend it, gather all its pieces and try to glue it together. but before you can even glue it together, it cuts you. the glass cuts you deep and you start to bleed. even though you have loved that glass very much, it'll still cut you. but you dont care. you continue to let it cut your hands as you try to mend it. but now, all thats left is a pile of glass debris, blood and your torn fingers. yet theres only one word thats echoing in your head. "why?"

say,... you have a very nice glass. you love it very much, you always use it. one day, something happened and when you realised it, the glass is broken. with a heavy heart, you try to mend it, gather all its pieces and try to glue it together. but before you can even glue it together, it cuts you. the glass cuts you deep and you start to bleed. even though you have loved that glass very much, it'll still cut you. but you dont care. you continue to let it cut your hands as you try to mend it. but now, all thats left is a pile of glass debris, blood and your torn fingers. yet theres only one word thats echoing in your head. "why?"