Today, I believe I am half empty and half full. How can I say so? I really do not why. I mean, yes, those bragging and all that jazz were just a front. A scradey cat's front. I really do not believe in myself. I mean I do know I am not in capacity to do great things. It's like a pessimist waiting on this world to be eaten up by monsters hiding at the corner of a street. I always need constant compliments to have job-well- done's. I mean I always feel I am nothing. But coming into senses, I believe the "less you know", the less wicked you become. And so know, I believe I am half empty and half full.

I'll search for a self. A strong and wicked self. OR NOT. :)